Weep to your heart.

Welcome, People.

I want chocolate milk but I don't want to say it, actually.

How I feel about blogging: that I should interest you in my sorrow. I'm greedy for popularity and popular for my greed. I'm ashamed to have said that.

I am going to go think about what I've said. In my room alone. In my elbow. The tears.

Welcome to our obnoxious blog of restless sadness and childhood.

Tinder (10) & Saskia (9)