gone

❝but my lungs so muddy. i love the way you taste. drink it 'til I'm ugly, baby, fuck me while I'm faded. feel that through my denim. baby girl, i gotcha ...❞ declan ballard. xxv. drug dealer. insurance telemarketer.

[declansmh-blog]

Figuring out what you want to do with your life is hard how do you people do it?

it’s simple. you don’t. 

[declansmh-blog]

           “y’know, for being a genius, i still can’t cook for anything. i either undercook or burn everything, y’know how annoying that is? i know i’m getting the measurements right, i even calculated them. goddamn, i’m never gonna be a chef. it’s hard, and this is coming from someone with an i.q. of 187.”

          “alright, i get it, sweetheart. you could’ve expressed your points in 140 characters or less. would’ve saved you the time and me the headache. damn.”

[declansmh-blog]

plsjj:

“If you could refrain from being so loud, that’d be great.”

“Make your ears hear quieter.”

[declansmh-blog]

httpgiselle:

“You chose to come over here. No one forced you.”

“Unfortunately, that statement didn’t make you any less boring.”

[declansmh-blog]

bellaffs:

well i’ve been suggesting shit but you keep saying no so that’s not my fault. what do you want to do?

i dunno. something... fun. something different.

[declansmh-blog]

fkamia:

Nice job

you aren’t helping.

[declansmh-blog]

this city is boring. you’re boring. i’m bored.

[paulwezly]