u are a garden and sadly i’m like 12 gardens or a greenhouse. i’m better
Tumblring on my phone
- Mom: who are you texting?
- Me: nobody
- Mom: what are you doing then?
- Me: nothing
see that girl you just called a bitch? she didn’t hear you say it louder
I either dress like im going to a red carpet event or like im a homeless drug addict there is no in between