i am taylor. i got a kasty nack for things that are bad for me and growing up does seem to be in the cards antime soon. wanna make out?
I’ve never cried this hard. Ever.
“Pickles and alcohol, they’re like the best things in the world. Besides ice cream.” I think I’m gonna like this girl :)
This whole week all I thought was how stoked I was to become a senior and make my last year here the absolute best. And now, sitting at graduation, seeing a few of my closest friends, and people I have spent the last three years of my life with graduate and I can’t help but to think how much I’ll miss not having some of them in my every days life. And then thinking about how in a year from today, that’s us. All leaving each other. I hate growing up.
Curly hair, ears pierced, brown eyes, half calfs, party tank, and a snapback.. :)
I’m so sick of nights like tonight.
I’m so sick of all types of people lately. I’m sick of rude people that think it’s okay. I’m sick of inconsiderate people. I’m sick of hearing lies. I’m sick of people taking my shit and using it like its there’s. I’m sick of people who act differently depending on the setting. I’m sick of exaggerate people. And I’m sick of confusing people. Pheeww, that’s a load.
