don’t need no roads, in fact they follow me

gimme attention i need it now IF YOU EVEN CARE!!!!!!

THROW ME INTO THE FIRE THROW ME AND PULL ME OUT AGAIN THROW ME INTO THE FIRE THROW ME AND PULL ME OUT AGAIN THROW ME INTO THE

misguided ghosts comes on and suddenly i’m on the floor

we don’t talk about in the mourning enough. it sounds like a train, like running away, like tumble weeds and tall grass and fresh grief and cold water and wet soil. like calling people “folks” and like a small town somewhere. like a chugging black scratched up train on some random tuesday in the middle of nowhere and you’re the only passenger. head pressed up against the window, fogging up the glass, feeling your eyes water because damn it hurt… everything just hurt so much and you weren’t ready to move on. you would deal with this later. tomorrow. in the morning. but for now you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking thinking thinking thinking. thinking too much about too much. you’d bury this pain someday and this would all pass.. and you knew that. but it still hurt. it would for while.

yes i did see paramore. yes it was life changing.

which wolf wins ??????