My name is Devyn,
I only like pickles when I am in a cool house when it is hot outside and I have to have much cheese.
This is expression.
Touch me please. Someone. Anyone..ok
the bags under my eyes are so heavy because they carry the weight of all my dead hopes and dreams
I wish I was an artist, a musician, or a poet, so I could translate my sadness into something beautiful. but instead it remains this ugly thing trapped inside my mind, serving no purpose but to make my life miserable
my friends aren’t allowed to be friends with each other they can only be friends with me and the only time they can talk to each other is to discuss how much they love me
if anyone ever breaks your heart just remember they are only human and you can break their body
please yahoo just leave us alone. we’re happy as we are
is that moon moon
I JUST WANT TO SAY I LOVE YOU ALL, AND YOU ARE ALL GREAT BLOGGERS.
my personality varies from unbearably clingy to disturbingly distant and there is no inbetween
when your friend starts watching one of your favorite shows
when they start acting like they know more than you