JEZEBEL.
one day when i grow up i'm going to own a poodle, and it is going to be named PHANTOM, and we are going to walk the streets of london together until i run out of money. then after that, i'm going back to philly to eat alot of cheesesteaks, live in the apartment building with the teddy roosevelt wallpaper, and be eccentric, still wearing the sickest nikes EVER.
i'm pretty sure i'm all about love, friends, getting along, and singing campfire songs, but apparently, according to some people i am snobby.
oooook.
who wants to accept the fact that no matter what we do, we're all probably going to be stabbed to death by some one we love?
