“truman” beloved boy march 6 2000-may 24 2011 where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. i miss you like hell. ~edna st. vincent millay Similar posts:weekend...
i’d like to preface this post by saying i truly, sincerely wished friday’s confession would be a purge of my somewhat sooty ways. a press of the publish button and i had hoped class and sophistication to magically fairy godmother themselves into my manners...
lately i’ve had the brain and {cringe} mouth of a twelve-year-old boy. pair those up with my mild case of turret’s and i’m a walking, talking bah-dum-bum-CHING poster for crude. the silliest, most inane, immature, off-color, quips kindle in my brain,...
