shout out to the people who have been following me since week one and still haven’t left
lameborghini: for being a teen girl i sure do talk about my dick a lot
kevzors: “I think I saw you in my..” SHUT THE FUCK UP
purifyed: do you ever feel like you’re the friend everybody secretly hates
lighting-the-sky: Okay, I Believe You, But My...
h0llo: Every time I wear a band shirt (which is often) I mentally prepare myself for the slim chance that someone will approach me and be like “omg I love them” and so we can meticulously discuss every album and our favorite songs but it never happens so I’m sad
i-like-pigeons: Things that I write: Sins Things that I don’t write: Tragedies Things people haven’t heard of Closing the god damn door Things the Bride is: A whore Things I wouldn’t be caught dead in: This Place
kevzors: And time can be such a funny thing, always moving to the future. Glorifying the past and amplifying the pain in frames and glass. So was our touch half as sacred as I’ve made it seem? Or just another fabrication of a half-dream? Just those chemicals, the adolescent love. Just us trying to grasp onto meaning, onto a purpose.