Jan 17, 2014
i reek of shiraz and cortisol can i be soft grunge now
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i reek of shiraz and cortisol can i be soft grunge now
smallroomswithbigviews replied to your post:saturday, more like alone and drunk day
I think its friday dude
i am speaking of tomorrow night which is a doppelganger of this night in which i will again be drank and awone
it's definitely the drunkest that could happen. no more water trickling down from the fucking brook that was our promise. my dad's promise. so now i can't even forget, and i have to thank the same sad fucks who run the same race i do. no, fuck that, not a race. you can win a race. there's a monster behind you. you get put in your outfit, somebody who looks like they know what they're doing has a gun, and you run at the pop. but this kind of race, no one cares if you go face down in the middle. they don't even feel the sick secret inward cheer when a nascar driver strings his innards for yards. you just fall, and all you do is fall, and you stay fallen, and that's the end of it. people have trouble understanding that fact, that their story is going to end with a stumble and a stumble and a fall. maybe they'll pull themselves back up, maybe even scrape some paper together with the story of how it worked for THEM and so it must work for YOU. but they're still gonna fall over. maybe some people will scramble. maybe they'll be fallen for a week. either way. you can't buy something different. you can't run to something different.
how can you sleep in a bed naked with someone and not get laid oh wait i'm the only one naked and also the one one in the bed
saturday, more like alone and drunk day
i am naked both literally and emotionally at this exact moment in time
my tumblr dash is dead just like my heart
momanddadaism replied to your post “i’ve fucked up by having no one to fuck up”
don't punch walls, you'll go through them and owe money. don't punch your eye, it'll blacken and the bone will fracture without you knowing and it'll knit in a way that unseats your eye from its socket.