listen.
June 22, 2010minus the bear.
toe.
sgt.
anoice.
Irrelevant thought:
SLEEP, WHY WON’T YOU COME TO ME WHEN I ACTUALLY NEED YOU? I’m T I R E D .
minus the bear.
toe.
sgt.
anoice.
Irrelevant thought:
SLEEP, WHY WON’T YOU COME TO ME WHEN I ACTUALLY NEED YOU? I’m T I R E D .
a sinistra in alto a destra. mente sopra il cuore.
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(high-contrast photo is from the set of Issey Miyake's internet film)
You need to get your non-ass back NOW. Losing credibility, love. >[ Unless thats the point.
Hey toots. Hope you’re doing well and haven’t gone all Keyser Soze on us. Email me sometime? <3
Scratch everything I said about tequila. Worst thing that ever happened to me.
Oiii…have you killed your rival yet?
This is what happens when you let your “rival” dictate the terms of your study habits 
FUCK SCHOOL I’M TIRED OF STUDYING WHEN I WAKE UP STUDYING BEFORE I SLEEP. I AM GETTING ANNIHILATED TONIGHT.
i wish you could go to edc with me :[. sigh kanashii
Were those 100 pts from you? If so, where’s my Ducati?! :p
I want a mustang. I’d be happy with even the body only. Muscle :]
Bah! That boy only WISHES he knew something about drifting. But I had a piece o’ shit Mustang II. Give me a Saleen any day. Or an M3. I am a BMW whore.
you should be on TV 
0:] hahaha sorry honey bunny
and I don’t live in Forbes anymore!
oh god you’re embarrassing me Ashley! WTF! i sounded so stupid x_x
Add some plastic surgery, fake tanning, crack, and she just described how to get by or get down in Cali. Me, I stick to that Welch’s grape juice ha.
Forbes Park Princesses not only hug trees, but also kisses em.”Behind ostentatiously large, pristine white facades, this people of permeating elitism are slaves to vices; million-dollar accounts. Becoming famous. Italian sportbikes. Crank. But mine’s simple and clean; weed and wine. It should be a religion.” –Alessandria
Believe me, it’s how she gets by. And how she said all that crap.
Lets just stay in this moment smoke some weed drink some wine … ugh I have a “Laker hangover.” Do de-stress.
THANK GOD FOR THE WEEKEND! I need to de-stress so bad!
It’s Friday. I need a pool girl and a mojito. Can’t even get good help these days. :p
I should never have even mentioned that Strobe was my suicide song. Stupid stupid notion really haha *serious tenshi eyes*
For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication. Nietzche
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