I think I'm going to try giving a fuck again.
We’ll see what happens.
February 2011
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It was quite warm today.
I laid in the sun for over an hour.
I feel lovely.
"Why do all the bad kids get rewarded with drugs and sex? No fair."
If memory serves, I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
In this department.
You're alive, so prove it.
“
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.
If my heart really broke every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now
but hearts don’t break, y’all,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9 – 1 – 1.
Tell them I’m havin’ a fantastic time.
Buddy Wakefield (via handgrenade2)
One of my absolute favorites of his. Makes me feel all right.
(via magoza)
“Fuck! Fuck you! Fuck me! Fuck old people! Fuck children! Fuck peace! Fuck peace…”
Spinning round and round inside my head.
And I’m never going to fucking sleep again.
