when i was 12 i made a deal with my dad that if i didn’t date until i was 16 he’d owe me $100 AND I FUCKING REMEMBERED THE OTHER DAY AND MY DAD SAID IT WAS "RIDICULOUS ENOUGH TO BE TRUE" HE’S ACTUALLY GONNA GIVE ME $100
so my dad come home today and was like “katie i did it i got your money”
he gave me 100 one dollar bills
my dad gave me 100 one dollar bills
i can pretend to be a super star
i am a queen
i made it rain on my mom
I’m gonna be 18 and have never had a date. Can I be payed?
I know that a fake flowers beauty lasts forever. But I love the beauty of a real flower. It’s like human life. It’s starts from a creation, grows up until it blooms, & then slowly fades till it dies. It’s not tragic, it’s beautiful. Watching it over the time become something you never entirely know, the beauty is never gone. It starts again, and it is continuous from the bottom, to beauty, till it fades & restarts. That’s the circle of life. A fake flower never changes, it’s like a lie. Stays to the way you wish you could see it, but never gives you the satisfaction of what you really want. And eventually it breaks, but it still remains looking the same. Cover ups are not as creative as life.
I hate those things. So sneaky, I can feel it. It’s uncomfortable & it hurts but I can’t find it to get it out!
If you only like small docks why do you date black guys?
Am I missing something?
I Dan where whatever the fuck I want. I’m 18.
Be happy I’m wearing a hoodie & jeans. Not fishnets an stripper heals.