BaileyRaeWeaver:
I'm tired of running over the same bad thoughts
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Here's another new year.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
We'd talk forever about the phases of the moon
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Chalk-Thumb. Street-Shoes. Sweatshirt-Grass.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I've been hanging around my sleep time.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Ready to take it back?
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Playing with shadows.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Yes, yes
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I'd name her blue fog.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Stacks of sighs.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
jk i'm only 12.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I hit my chest on the toilet
BaileyRaeWeaver:
happy to be drunk.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
01/11/11 is the day I turned 21.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I stepped in your shoes. Like the puddle.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
he spoke
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Do you see the dark parts?
BaileyRaeWeaver:
If he would climb back into my life.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
a sigh
BaileyRaeWeaver:
checkin out butts.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
blureeme.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
happy birthday grant
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Nice leather jacket!
