June 2011
131 posts
I don’t have trust issues really. I give out forgiveness like i’m throwing lollipops at children off a float in a parade. I just get overwhelmed with my anxiety, but I’ll never own up to it. My default response will forever be “it’s nothing really, I’m good.” And if you’re the one who believes that, well thank fucking God because I never want to get...
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking’s just a waste of breath
And living’s just a waste of death
And why put a new addressÂ
On the same old loneliness
And this is you and me
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butt dimples ;]
My entire street
smells like a skunk just gave birth to a diaper full of indian food. brb dying.
