“My dad is probably watching us through a telescope.” “He’s probably impressed with your virtue.” “And that telescope is mounted on a rifle.” “Five more minutes.You should feel lucky.You could be out here with some pretty boy jerk just looking to get lucky.” “Wait.What are you saying, you’re not pretty?”
Call me Penny Lane. Welcome to my blog, this is kind of like being inside my head. So I apologize in advance, my head is a scary place sometimes, and the rest of the time is just chaos.
i think things over too much + i'm sick of everything about this place.
I am kind of a fucking mess.