Wish
I wish I could answer anonymous asks privately because that was the sweetest thing ever.
I wish I could answer anonymous asks privately because that was the sweetest thing ever.
High school nights, driving with the windows down and screaming singing with friends. Those nights will always be relevant.
I’m mistaken, for handing you a heart worth breaking.
In ten days I will go to the store and buy enough alcohol to put myself in a fucking coma. Until then.
I think the thing I find most upsetting is finding out that the person who should know you the best, doesn’t know you at all. At least, in this, I know who I am. At least this is something that I can not doubt about myself.
I need a drink. Preferably a girly one. Frozen. On a deck. Hanging over the side of a mountain. Fuck structurally sound architecture. So I will it, so it shall be….
Or not. Porch with a cigarette it is. Goddamn you physics and server’s salary!