yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


jeremy had mixtapes by the thousands, all organized by who gave them to him, mostly exgirlfriends. more recently he had been making them for himself, everything from shakira to nine inch nails. they were synchronized, expecting my every reaction, my desperation at being 17 trying to be 28. telling him to grow up, telling him about all the things i wanted, fucking and murder and blood and darkness, to be scared and safe all at once, to rise and fall like chords on an antique guitar. i've come to realize i am afraid of everyone i've ever been in love with.
d-land