(via ill-never-be-what-you-see-inside)
I’m just being dramatic
In fact,
I’m only at it again
As an addict with a pen
Who’s addicted to the wind
As it blows me back and fourth
Mindless, spineless, and pretend
Of course I’ll be here again
See you tomorrow
But it’s the end of today
End of my ways
As a walking denial
My trail was filed as a crazy
Suicidal head case
But you specialize in dying
You hear me screaming
Father
And I’m lying here just crying
So wash me with your water
(via shelbyblackfeather)
People always say that when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that’s not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.
I’d rather be laying in a field somewhere doing drugs
(Source: okajy, via lucid--daydreaming)