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


going to boston and hiding your track marks, sweaty foreheads and the smell of your body all over my clothes. you were falling asleep and i was falling apart. you hit your head when getting out of the car, i laughed and kissed you where a rather colorful bruise would appear and disappear. you held my hand tight and shuddered. i felt a little empty but tried to swallow the feeling that i secretly hated you but remembered we were in love.
d-land