Trivial shit.

*Me looking at my crush* Heart: go tell her! Tell her in this flora of life, you're a passionate bee, she's the brightest flower and hers is the sweetest nectar. Mind: don't listen to him. What're you trying to do? Fucking pollinate?? Heart: okay! Fine! Tell her your love for her is like the UV…

That country girl.

A girl like her mom Livin' off crackers, Loves fox and the hound Hair, wavy, like the clouds And deep eyes, hazel brown Running into the fields, Always messin' around Staring at the skies and stars Spending the nights Amongst the trees, singing songs Doing what she likes To hell with rights and wrongs Pluckin'…