its so cold ice is falling out of midair.
twenty below zero.
fucking chilly.
xmas.
new year.
berfday.
bad things come in threes.
im writing an autobiography.
its gonna be amazing.
every chapter, starting from birth, one page each, titled chapters rather than numbers.
but,
i need atitle for the book.
give it to me.
twenty below zero.
fucking chilly.
xmas.
new year.
berfday.
bad things come in threes.
im writing an autobiography.
its gonna be amazing.
every chapter, starting from birth, one page each, titled chapters rather than numbers.
but,
i need atitle for the book.
give it to me.
"she was right,my face stayed that way"