"I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask…I won’t tell."
I asked the mother for a photo, but she said the decision was up to her son. So I asked the boy. He stood up, walked over, looked me up and down, and said: “Prove to me you’re not a terrorist.”
Looking at beautiful people makes me feel like a potato
But you don’t
So I pretend
That I’m fine
I’m happy but I’m not happy.
I don’t know what I want. I don’t even know who I am anymore.
I can’t get any more lost than how I’m feeling now.
if i’m staring at you there is a 99% chance i’m checking out your clothes and not you