cocktopimp: happyasaghost: kirstenlovesherspikebot: wise-it-so…
The lockers and doors just love me
and the air can’t seem to get enough of me.
The flourescants totally want me.
The garbage can at the end of the hall just invited me to his raging kegger next weekend.
The pink door wants to bone me, I swear.
That fire alarm rings me every night.
Imported from COMPASSION IS NOT IN FASHION THESE DAYS
