she's her mother's emotionally molested daughter she's her brother's antagonistic older sister she's her preacher's favorite altar boy she's the boyscout at the wrong house at the wrong time she's a partygirl walking home alone she's a survival story and a saint of the 27 club she's the prison bitch and the locker room laughing stock she's the gun the bullet & the moving target she's the star cheerleader found dead in a ditch and she's the rockstar you wanna kill

my vagina is acidic and tastes like a power outlet and if u touch it will melt your skin off and electrocute u

thanks for not unfollowing me during my depressive episode u a real one

got over my crush by imagining us 20 years from now and how he would become like a weight tied around my ankle dragging me down to the bottom of the sea. never talked to the guy but i know these things.

crashed my bike at the end of the night end it was the perfect nightcap

this was after meeting a guy i thought looked like geoff and i told him this. and he looked him up and he agreed

can we frot i mean play our guitars facing each other

the thing they dont tell you about learning to "trust the process" is that you forget and relearn it every single time you make a new piece of art. unfortunately there is no cure either