alreadyseenalreadyheard:

There are sentences I want to start with your name. There are days like that, too.

batreaux:

i’m not like most girls. my head snaps back and a giant pez candy emerges from my throat

I skip the number 11 when I count past 12 because it already gets enough recognition for being lucky and doesn’t need anymore love. If there is such a thing as a bad number, I would award it to good old number 11. I want to like you, but despite popular belief, you give people false hope that you’ll make their wishes come true. For lack of better phrase: you suck.