A story about James Dean
some weeks ago when i went to go pick up my boat…we passed his memorial site…..i couldnt help but cry.
some weeks ago when i went to go pick up my boat…we passed his memorial site…..i couldnt help but cry.
i want to meet santino..cause hes FUCKING SANTINO RICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i just want to play poker with him…and ask him to tell me about ‘i love the 80’s’
just to run my hands through his hair. and tell him what a beautiful and charming man he is.
so theres this guy named dwype….and he is on a quest to organize and unite the world..wow thats cool…but thats not all…he wants to be a doctor and help out his community! wow what a catch…he also wants to go to bed early..and wake up when the sun rises..and he never gives up on things or he’s trying too…
and thats why i admire dwype….
becoming a billionaire seems nice. but what would happen with all that money? i’d spend it all doing good things. no fancy cars or anything like that.
and bioluminescent bays? sounds interesting. what are they?