January 2010
7 posts
dammit i didn't want anyone to actually follow...
edit:
i meant fuck off and die. not im sorry.
i hope
i dont miss you tommorrow. i love the way this city looks at night.
fall down enough and getting up is what hurts
please tell me fresh lips are new butterflies. words can be peeled from these letters as easily as they were spilled. dream girl. her sunglasses cover bruises of a broken heart. we know where we’ve been. spend most my nights in a photo album. highly contrasted summers. transparent ‘i love yous’. these are the golden days. turn the page. what you thought was goodbye is just a...
dear you,
you’re finally getting what you wanted. don’t hate me for it.
this is a test