ugh women.
UGH MEN
blegh people
My back hurts so bad it sounds like I’m orgasming at work. How attractive.
I just want pillows and blankets and quiet. maybe a masseuse as well.
I just want to curl up in someones arms and cry, truth is I’m not sure why I want to cry I just feel at a lost. I hate being stuck in these holes where nothing is going on at the moment but I feel like complete shit.
going through some old shit and realized I was friends with a person that didn’t know me…. at all. Glad the garbage is in the trash can. Clearly, we had nothing in common.
this song always makes me feel a little naughty, always.
“the computer It” says my grandparents. excuse the beer as it’s doing the rest of my talking - you bitches need to delete your cookies and defrag all yo shit ….andddd who uses windows xp anymore?
i’d like a gal to toke up with.
“I am writing
graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of
how hard we tried
I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all
and your bones have been my bedframe
and your flesh has been my pillow
I am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands
in eachother’s shadows we grew less and less tall
and eventually our theories couldn’t explain it all
and I’m recording our history now on the bedroom wall
and when we leave the landlord will come
and paint over it all”