Oh, hey self I see you in this phone
natural light and background speaking volumes about the tone that you're trying to set. Wishing to eclipse the picture beneath and above when the person medializing socially takes their finger and rubs. But what if that wasn't the case, yourself you can't replace and the anger, self hate, sorrow, and sadness you just can't escape. You snap the pic envisioning glory from the strong chin to your widows peak but your true self isn't captured by pictures that "they" deem socially acceptable. WHO THE **** IS THEY?! Oh them... they can **** it. And make sure you twist your face up for they *** when you're of in public
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
Oh, hey self I see you in this phone
natural light and background speaking volumes about the tone that you're trying to set. Wishing to eclipse the picture beneath and above when the person medializing socially takes their finger and rubs. But what if that wasn't the case, yourself you can't replace and the anger, self hate, sorrow, and sadness you just can't escape. You snap the pic envisioning glory from the strong chin to your widows peak but your true self isn't captured by pictures that "they" deem socially acceptable. WHO THE **** IS THEY?! Oh them... they can **** it. And make sure you twist your face up for they *** when you're of in public
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