January 2012
I don’t even know what to do anymore.
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Smokes filled the air and I’m struggling to breathe. Let them be calm, so I finally can sleep. Everything you intended to say, don’t go back on your words. You always said you’d tell me first.
Verse after endless verse, I can’t escape the echoed words. I long to find a cure for the feeling I find in these chords. I smile as it burns.
Hey dickheads
iliterallydontsmokeanyweed:
Remember beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Stop getting your panties in a bunch.
this bitch seriously looks like a fucking tranny hahahaha
sergiosacco asked: You're pretty cool and you make me laugh. You're really pretty too. Just so you know...
This just isn’t fair.
When are things going to be okay? I fucking hate being without you.
