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 address On the same old loneliness And this is you and me ...
butt dimples ;]
My entire street
smells like a skunk just gave birth to a diaper full of indian food. brb dying.