do you even wipe your feet off before walking back into my life and by my life i mean head and by feet i mean your shoes since thats the only part of your physical state that has a sole
The day I become content with how I look is the day I expire. I’d have already killed myself if I wasn’t worried about whether or not I’d look hot at my own open casket viewing.
I just wanna say that sometimes, when people ask me what I’m doing later and I say “nothing,” it’s not an invitation to make plans. Doing nothing by myself was a plan.