@blownthrough
we are 28 days apart. how did we go from celebrating your 24th at olive garden to not even being on speaking terms by the time it was my birthday? we are 28 days apart. 28 days.
young as i want to know, i will never let you go. i told you i'd be waiting, hiding from the rainfall. so tell me what's the joy of giving if you're never pleased? on my last strength against you, baby tell me what you need
Miss you
You think I’m too emotional, I am, I am.
is it better to speak or to die?
computa are you trying to kill me
Palms to the tarmac, knees to the asphalt, I go straight for the jugular, I curse the stars that make you up. When everyone peels off to the comforts they keep, where do I go? Where have you gone? Hasten the healing of my ink-bled disease. Help me search for what once was mine. A mouth guard and two gloves to soften the blow, I hope I can find what once was mine. I pull the string back, arrow notched at the sky. I pull and I pull and I pull and the band snaps back, and I pull and I pull and I pull.
You think the lake would take me away if I asked it to?
we were in the backseat drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar
sometimes it feels like there is something underneath my skin reaching for something underneath yours
