#please visit me

[agapintheskin]

Thinking about how the Kinnporsche World Tour has to happen in Frankfurt am Main simply because it's Deutsche Bank headquarters and it would simply be the right thing to do. In this essay i will-

[sierra-crossing]

💙❄Updated my dream address right before the seasons changed! So if you aren't done with winter yet visit Stellaluna at 1550-1610-6235 💙❄

[voidpuzzle]

First day in my new apartment and the sunset is so nice! I feel like shit but it will be better soon...

[floralpyjamas]

Come and visit the tranquil town of Roseburg! It's still in development but I'm quite happy with what I've done at the moment so I hope you enjoy my town!!

[pranklinfierce]

Martin van buren is the only president to have visited me in my dreams thus far which is really unfair but at least it has given me an appreciation for Matty van. It's truly unfair that buchanan has yet to visit me, as he has now hugged one of my sisters and talked in a pleasant cabin with the other in their dreams. When's my turn?

Anyway when I dreamed about mvb he was being made fun of and was also really short

[knifeinthedrawer]

My friend

My friend died Sunday night. His body died but I don’t believe that his soul died then, I think his last moments on this earth were Saturday night, atleast his last moments with me were that night. When I drove home from work on Saturday night I felt different, like I was not okay. It was so weird and I acknowledged the fact that I felt different but just stayed quiet. I drove around aimlessly listening to this song that my friend Richard and I used to love, it was Objects In The Mirror by Mac Miller; Richard and I both loved that album and anytime we hung out, that’s the album we listened to. So Saturday night I drove around by myself doing nothing but listening to that song and finally I went home to my boyfriend. Keep in mind at the time I did not know anything about Richard’s accident. Sunday night after work was when my mom called me to tell me they were pulling the plug on him that night. I rushed to the hospital and saw him in that bed, I saw his perfect eyebrows that I remember were always just perfect. His eyelashes his eyes his white skin. He looked the same as if it was any other day. I didn’t get to say goodbye to him because his parents wanted to have their time with him which I understand completely. Part of me is destroyed because of the fact that he is gone, he won’t grow into the man I knew he was capable of being, he lost any and all opportunities life had to offer. Another part of me is somewhat content because I know he made sure to have his time with me before he went. Thinking about that makes me cry even more. I am shattered because he is gone and although he and I didn’t talk everyday, we talked every now and then and it was as if time was nothing. He was the first person that taught me how to drive. I remember when he told me he loved me once, I loved him too and I love him now, I loved his personality. He was and will always have been the greatest friend I have ever had and I can not even begin to explain how sad I am to no longer have that. I won’t be able to see him race, I won’t see him on facebook, I won’t ever talk to him again. I am destroyed. I love you Richard Wilson, thank you for being an amazing friend to me, thank you for being in my life. I miss you now and I will miss you even more in time, I am so sorry this happened to you. I am so sorry I didn’t find out earlier. Thank you for spending time with me on Saturday night even if I didn’t realize it until now. Please say hi to Ralphie, I’m sure he missed you. Please visit me in my dreams. Love, Myrikal Carnero

[potatslad]

thank you to everyone who came by our place tonight!! you are all so talented and wonderful and great and even if we didn’t talk much at mica please keep in touch with me!! i probably think you are cool! ya’ll have a place to stay in san diego and/or where ever i end up if you ever need it ~

[leliwardens]

“oh boy new follower i wonder who it is-”

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