[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
No I.D. — Frankmusik feat. Colette Carr
Ms. Matlack is my only reason for living. I want her to move out here just so she can tell me I’m handsome and funny.
Breaking up is hard to do.
When it ends, all you can think about is how you won’t get over it. There are so many days filled with thoughts and replaying conversations in your head.
And then one day, it stops. You find yourself riding on the subway, and you remember that you can’t remember the last time you thought of them. That if you really think about it, you can’t remember the way they smell or picture them when you close your eyes.
That’s when you know it’s going to be okay.
Surprisingly—-
Telling me you’re horny, sending pics of your d (how awkward do those look anyway?) and asking me if I “wanna play” don’t really pique my interest.
Also. I’ve realized I only follow 100 people
Suggest who to follow? Tumblr radar is giving me shit for suggestions.
