Flowers Turn to Guns

I am not fond of describing myself. It reminds me of those awkward job interveiws. I never know exactly what to say.

When I was 10 years old I was literally obsessed with flamingos. And my entire room was covered in flamingo stuff and yard flamingos. I even had a pair of bitchin pink pants with little flamingos allllll over them.

When I was 10 years old I was literally obsessed with flamingos. And my entire room was covered in flamingo stuff and yard flamingos. I even had a pair of bitchin pink pants with little flamingos allllll over them.

(Source: explosiveconscience, via frrrass)