Okay, no more talking about shoes, as interesting as they are hahahi'm just kidding u can talk about shoes if you want, i've just clearly set my topic of discussion in here. especially since that's also the topic the title gave this. *if that maks any sense *
i want green shoes SO badly. i fell in love with a pair of green converse that i saw at an olp show, but have yet to find any. i will have green shoes one day, oh yes, i will.
same way i felt. then i found some for like $40 so i was really happy. I bought them with a pair of maroon soccer socks and my family got a good kick out of it. The only down side is that they're adidas. without the three strips on the side they'd be better.
Please, use complete words. People will like you a lot better if you don't dumb up your posts.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
*MaNdA* wrote:Okay, no more talking about shoes, as interesting as they are hahahi'm just kidding u can talk about shoes if you want, i've just clearly set my topic of discussion in here. especially since that's also the topic the title gave this. *if that maks any sense *
my brain is too small to comprehend that
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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i fell in love with a pair of green converse that i saw at an olp show, but have yet to find any. i will have green shoes one day, oh yes, i will.
i want to get me sum of them too 
