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


i feel like i'm dying, like ive been crying for days, like the gashes in my hand arent self inflicted. i need to feel your stiff body bouncing around in the trunk, need to see your hair attatched scalp in chunks on the bathroom floor, your blood on my thighs. your presences makes dusk come faster, lets me cry in my bed at four a.m., hiding the vodka bottle back under the bed, want to smash faces of people who have good relationships. i hate being seen with you in public. i hate knowing i'm capable of being in love with anyone.
d-land