Don't Rain on my Parade.

Amanda. 23. RN. Italian. Detroit. Stuff.

[sulfade]

[123what]

[stability]

a californian probably wrote this 

[pizzanotpradaphotography]

“Boys will be Boys” is not an acceptable excuse for anything ever at all

[minoverboard]

[shit-before-the-shovel]

[wishcave]

where do I start

[bogleech]

There are ten things wrong here and Ash was fooled by eleven of them.

[lencore-deactivated20150427]

*likes your post* a great interaction, we are truly bonding

[cilly-murphy]

[julian2006]

me when feeling suspiciously relaxed: what responsibility have i forgotten

[kittyvines]

[uptional]

[danisontnonfire]

[beautifulxnightmare-blog]

[rachniqueen]

[cuntsciousness]

what is my perfect crime? i break into tiffany’s at midnight. do i go for the vault? no, i go for the chandelier. it’s priceless. as i’m taking it down, a woman catches me. she tells me to stop. it’s her father’s business. she’s tiffany. i say no. we make love all night. in the morning, the cops come and i escape in one of their uniforms. i tell her to meet me in mexico, but i go to canada. i don’t trust her. besides, i like the cold. thirty years later, i get a postcard. i have a son and he’s the chief of police. this is where the story gets interesting. i tell tiffany to meet me in paris by the trocadero. she’s been waiting for me all these years. she’s never taken another lover. i don’t care. i don’t show up. i go to berlin. that’s where i stashed the chandelier.

[killing-indiscriminately]