☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
We are soft, malleable things behind our
brittle masks. We dance to the music of
of our dying days, and the champagne tastes
a little bit like sadness, but maybe if we
drink enough of it we will drown. I'm sick
of wanting things I can't have. I'm sick
of feeling sick, with my life, with myself.
I'm sick of gritting my teeth for people
who would sooner punch through them.
I'm sick of smiling for a world that doesn't
want to look me in the eyes.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
We are soft, malleable things behind our
brittle masks. We dance to the music of
of our dying days, and the champagne tastes
a little bit like sadness, but maybe if we
drink enough of it we will drown. I'm sick
of wanting things I can't have. I'm sick
of feeling sick, with my life, with myself.
I'm sick of gritting my teeth for people
who would sooner punch through them.
I'm sick of smiling for a world that doesn't
want to look me in the eyes.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
sometimes
I like
to be
productive.
sometimes
I like
to be
a worthless
member
of society.
it's
called
balance.
Girl: I don't do bad boys.Me: how about a guy that does a
lot of bad @ss things? Girl: shut up like what?Me: (uhh s%&) I
opened a pickle jar and it only took me 43 minutes.
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*Attractive person speaking a foreign
language*
"I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded extremely sexy"
"I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded extremely sexy"
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
Oh, look, your scars look like mine.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
Oh, look, your scars look like mine.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
Um, you think I most too much? Then don't follow me?
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
And they'll ask "Is he the one?"
and f.ck, he should be,
and f.ck, he isn't.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
And they'll ask "Is he the one?"
and f.ck, he should be,
and f.ck, he isn't.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
I took all of the blood you left behind
in the wake of your massacre
and made stains across the canvas
in patterns that echoed you.
At least some beauty came from your chaos.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
I took all of the blood you left behind
in the wake of your massacre
and made stains across the canvas
in patterns that echoed you.
At least some beauty came from your chaos.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
