Sometimes I forget tumblr ISN’T my diary and write about something that I care about, but no one else cares about. And after I post it I’m like “silly wendy, this is the internet, the people want starbucks cups and generic photography, not your feelings.” And then I delete it.
Tags: I talk to myself in third person apparently � I don't � |
Wendy, 18. NYC (but actually the bronx)
AND IF YOU DON'T KNOW, NOW YOU KNOW, NIGGA~~
/This is my face
This is also my face
AND IF YOU DON'T KNOW, NOW YOU KNOW, NIGGA~~
/This is my face
This is also my face