tina the (not so) fat lard

rustin, rustina, tina whatever you call him he is 18 today. he is the boy who taught me how to play pokemon, who never failed to throw his sweaty shirt on my face after a long lacrosse practice, who sees me at school and announces to everyone "HEY THAT'S MY SISTER", who has threatened every boy i have ever laid eyes on not to touch, and who wouldn't mind eating peach rings for the rest of his life. i love him more than girls love his calves.

xo clo