the death of me must be your mission.

i dont wanna be a henna tattoo artist anymore.
for some reason, i think i jinx everything i say.

anyways, i blocked the ball today. my team squeezed me for that ^_^ i'm wearing floral tights again, and i'm still missing my sheer ones.. wherever they went. i think i want my nails red again. they're frenched right now.




you're just like poison, slowly moving through my system, breaking all of my defenses with time.