I can’t wait til Feb. 1 when I’m cozied up in a free hotel room with you, and I can sleep safe and sound in your arms.
There’s something in my eyes, you know it happens every time when I think about the love that I thought would save me.
jokes are most certainly illegal. knock knock you say? ill tell you who’s there. the fucking police.
Thinking about how great things we’re makes me angry beyond belief. Fist-clenching, nails-digging-into-my-hands mad. Because everything should still be like that.