About me: I am a ghost. Trip me and I will fall. Cut me and I will bleed. I pass through the crowds like a breeze, noticed but not taken notice of. My only certainty is that I am uncertain.
get on a fucking plane now, bitch! I don'y want to tell you how my summer is going. I just want you to come back here! now! right right NOW! make it fucking happen, and fuck poland!
ugh patricia i am so depressed but its w/e i guess ~**~
me and james are offically OVER, like not just broken up for a while but over -_- idk im not really upst about it i just miss him a lot and he wont even act like my friedn :'( he treats me like we were never close at all
long story. my dad used to teach gypsy children he said he recognized some of the words and its something like the little girl is asking her father to give a sheep for the saints. damn cyganie hypnotizing my tata zabije nich!
sa o rota babo babo sa o rota o daje im gonna have ur song stuck in my head for eternity -___- && it is from borat its a gypsy song about the feas of st. george and beginning of spring theyre talking about killing sheep for sacrifice and stuff haha
I am a ghost. Trip me and I will fall. Cut me and I will bleed. I pass through the crowds like a breeze, noticed but not taken notice of. My only certainty is that I am uncertain.
im afreud
