need that tastes like destruction

i love giving up and getting worse

Honestly I need to start telling people to fuck off more…

i bet it feels good as fuck to be a piece of sourdough bread that gets dipped in olive oil with various seasoning & herbs

headphones aren't enough i need to eat the song

sext: “did you see the moon tonight?”

my sexual fantasy Is to have someone notice my absence and wonder about me

i feel like there is a sleep in me that needs to be slept but each time i sleep i don't sleep that sleep

replacing my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less

im miserable in a cool fun sexy way u wouldn’t get it

I would take a job pushing the Sisyphus rock if it paid 20 an hour and I could wear my headphones

the thing is, it’s never too late for anyone to start over except me. I’m doomed and it’s over for me

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of