There is no peanut butter.
There are no powerbars.
There is only beef ramen and like…eew.
I am going to starve to death.
This is a poem that will be on the cd I’m making. The cd will be called “Ballads and Bad Decisions” because that’s usually what my writing consists of. This poem is called “Rustle”.
Guys Nevada writes sexy words and this gives me feels because real talk.
Also that is a picture of my foot yay meeeeee
Someone should fall in love with me and my ridiculous self and feed ducks with me and watch foreign films and make me grilled cheese so I know it’s real.
