There’s a reason why Mother chose to live in Las Vegas and not in Sacramento. The chances for extreme cold are little.
But here we are. A little past 30 degrees, and what’s happening? D:<
SNOW. On Monday. SNOW. Today. SNOW. Later on.
WHUT.
You say you want to
give me the world But
to you the world is
something out of a
filter
I’m a convenience
So easily swayed
by pretty words that
were never yours in
the first place
I am a fool who
comes back to you A
fool twice—oh…maybe
it’s not quite over.
If it made it, then WP is a fickle bastard.
‘kay. No images. No special edits. Fuck.
Wonder where all my patience went.