Girls with asses like mine do not talk to boys with faces like yours.
Eighteen, I laugh & swear too much. I can talk my way out of anything. I’m upfront about my flaws. I just want to live a beautiful life.
"Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. Kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream." ~ Dead Poets Society