No! Keep Japan Beautiful written on the side
My Boodang phone case is falling apart. And I probably won’t even be able to get a new one until Pure/Q-dance.
I’m not a crybaby,
I’m THE crybaby
It just dawned on me that a lot of my best memories were in Adam’s garage, as fucking lame as that sounds. And now that I don’t live there anymore I’ll never get to make stupid memories in that garage again.
I’ve snuck so many kids in that garage, smoked too many cigarettes in that garage, spent many many long nights chilling with many different boys in that garage and —I don’t know I guess it’s just kind of sad to think about, but at the same time it’s nice because I don’t feel so pathetic anymore.
Downtown life > north side life anyway.