Stay Street!

I love love. I’m always going to be a lover.

the words im going to kill myself have no meaning anymore i just chant them to get me out of bed in the morning

peels the moon, separates it in halves in gives one of them to you because i love you

THIS FUKKIN MASTER PIECE OF STUD MEAT

lonely girls my beloved. i see you staying in your room, i see you standing in grocery store aisles feeling the sudden wave of isolation wash over you. i understand how badly you want and how bad that makes you feel. i get it. we're not alone. but we are.

that urge to climb the rooftop of ur house. where does it come from.

the gargoyle instinct

The older I get....the less I feel the need to be included, understood, or accepted.