This tough little Mexican dude I’d just met 15 minutes earlier and am having a laugh with shares his houseplant policy: If the fucking bitch is being an asshole, throw her out.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.