trash

I'm that nasty shit hiding behind your fridge stinking up your crib. I dun try to do it, it just happens. 
And I have feelings believe it or not. Charlotte web makes me cry. It's like someone sliced into a fücking turbo super deluxe onion whenever that movie comes on. 
Oh and I'm a bitch. Enough said. 

*My reading lists are vury vury outdated and I need to go through them so proceed with caution!*