November 2009
14 posts
My life is a treacherous mess.
I am still an optimist.
I want a girl with dreamcatcher eyes.
Orphan Girl by Gillian Welch
I have no mother no...
Whiskey in my veins like blood...
I sit in a chair unbalanced. Teetering on the edge of what I believe is reality and the actuality of the situation. I can’t sleep. I’ve had one too many drinks. And instead of the slumber I was hoping for, that one last whiskey has me crying. I’m begging to die. I want the sea to swallow me whole. No reassurances. No comfort for me. So I put on that one Azure Ray album. You know...
Thing #3
thingsilikeaboutyou:
You make me believe life can be beautiful.
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Fuck.
Every love song reminds me of you.
You know what?
Maybe these feelings will just fade away. It’s just a love illusion, I swear.
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Girrrrrrrrl...
I don’t even want to fuck you. I just want to cuddle.
Why am I so damn afraid to talk to you?
it must be love and fear of rejection.
Better than me
I haven’t seen you since the funeral. That day we put her in the ground. I wanted to drink whiskey and chain smoke. You wanted to pray. We were never on the same page, you and I. I wanted less, you wanted more. You believed in God, I believed in science(but I wanted to believe in him for you). When I wanted to cry, you wanted to laugh. I would talk loud, and you would tell me to settle down. Maybe...