Not broken, but bent.

Jeffrey. 18. New York.

DEAD. OMFG. AHAH.

my mother just came into my room and stared at my painting then walked out. she proceeded to go into the other room and ask my father if he had seen me because i “wasn’t in my room” and she was just there. all the while i was wrapped up in a blanket on my bed watching her walk in and out of my room. I AM A NINJA.

  1. calfinley said: That is talent! haha
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