March 2012
Reblog if you’d care if the person you reblogged...
February 2012
2 tags
And it hits like a brick to the back of your head, like, goodbye, five times, one for each finger.
And you say, “my, my, the ways i’ve changed since then—the ways i’ve changed.”
and all i ever say is, “i’m tired.”
I’m tired.
IT HITS LIKE A BRICK TO THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD.
Someone with non-psychic abilities said they keep getting this psychic type of feeling I should have this kid.
Someone else tells me the voices in their head tells them it needs to die.
Satan is inside of me.
Picking flowers with anothers soul.
I’m the next flesh on that highway.
I love you all. Goodbye.
whorederves:
I just wanna cuddle and fall asleep in your arms. My cold, empty bed doesn’t make me tired. I hate being alone with my thoughts in the middle of the night.
We were one, what are we now?
1 tag
Fuck
Fuck
3 tags
Jesus Christ...
1 tag
All these girls may be perfect looking,
but I bet I have better taste in music.
3 tags
