mom, my friends don't care if my room is messy, they just care if we have food.


close your legs, they're not a door.


the moment when you miss one step on the stairs,
and you think you're abaut to die.


my favorite pain is when my stomach hurt
because my friends make me laught to hard.


don't make me laught i'm trying to be mad at you.

god made us best friends because he knew our mom culden't handel us like sisters. 



if you are a bird, i'm a bird. avslutar med en liten ful oseriös text. nu ska jag göra en ny header i PICNIK. byebye.