STORY TIME
ONCE THERE WAS A GIRL.
ONCE THERE WAS A BOY.
SHE HAD LOTS OF PEOPLE.
HE HAD NONE.
SHE WAS LONELY.
HE WAS ALONE.
SHE MET A BOY WHO MADE HER FEEL LESS LONELY.
HE MET A GIRL WHO KEPT HIM FROM BEING ALONE.
THEY SAT.
FINGERS INTERTWINED.
BEING LONELY TOGETHER.
In the middle of the night. In my dreams. You should see the things we do, baby.
i miss the old Taylor swift. She was so cute and her lyrics had meaning. Why tf did she have to die?!?!
'Im sorry, the old taylor cant come to the phone right now. Why? Oh! Because she dead.'
You say that im paranoid but im pretty sure the world is out to get me, its not like i made the choice, so let my mind stay so fucking messy
CHESTER!! COME BACK!!! I MISS YOU!!!
And with every passing hour, IM SO GLAD I LEFT MY TOWER!!!! Just like all you lovely folk, IVE GOT A DREAM!!!!
im going to force you to watch Tangled with me one day.