Love is like a rose.
After it reaches it's peak of beauty, it fades.
One-Shots or Short Stories
It's okay. If you are a loser then I don't want to know what I am...
Finish that sentence and I will cut a bitch🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪
In second through 5th grade I would always go out on my roof to read books because my house was hella loud so you could pretty much call me a badass