Hate has brought me up the stairs
Into your house. I’ll not let hate be the one
To make me naked for you.
My self esteem is heating up the room.
You’re intimidating as all hell,
But I ain’t scared of you.
I know how you work
I am just like you
No matter what you say
Our hearts are wrong
Our hearts are wrong
Love has brought me down
Like love’s been known to do
I tried to deny with all my heart
That I am in love with you.
I don’t really care,
You knew that’s what I’d say,
The only time I miss you
Is every single day.
Dressed up with Leslie today in her sister’s random old slutty halloween costumes. I don’t know if this is wildly inappropriate or funny, but I’m ok with both at the same time. Leslie wouldn’t let me post any of her, but most of them had her in it, so here are some goodins of just me. Enjoy… >:)
Typewriter illustration by artist Keira Rathbone
that’s so fucking cool!
whaaaaat
Carver (demo) /// Skeletron (starfucker)
You are so funny. I am impressed. Love you, darling
for leslie to enjoy
(Source: wheninhellwesaid, via lookingforalexa)
It was foggy a few days ago. I like sticking my head on my windowsill with a pillow to get fresh air since my heater makes it almost 90 degrees in my room. I love looking at the branches in contrast against the sky, which is usually white now. I think it’s very pretty.
Lock the door, let’s talk it out, against the wall, hands on my mouth. Could this be it, is it really over now?
Cause like dying young, idols got the best of me. Well don’t stop calling, you’re the reason I love losing sleep.
Say hello to my little friend, bright orange Gretsch. Thanks dad, for letting me borrow her for months and months. We’ve been bonding.
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