(Source: exploitastic)


Your mouth 
could do
to my
but you’re a
I’m willing to
because I have a feeling
your hands
would do
to my

(Source: feralblonde)


i want to move to a small apartment by myself in a new city and i want to decide which furniture i want and what i want for dinner and whether or not i want to stay out all night and i want to travel and meet new people and fall in love and go have my own adventures because i’m sick of this washed-up place filled with annoying people

And she’s killin’ me again
It’s the same old tale
I’ve been murdered a million times
Some how I keep coming back to life
Same mountain, I continue to climb
And I’m not as confused as I am considerate
Back and forth between my cigarette and her clitoris
I’m workin’ on both like it’s nobody’s business
Such an odd way to gain god’s forgiveness
And all of my friends believe I should forgive myself
They insist that I’ve done nothing wrong
But I’m not convinced ‘till I finish every bottle on the shelf
And I’ve run out of reasons to write my songs
And all of her friends think I’m holdin’ her back
It’s beautiful, but they don’t know the half
They’re barely aware of a fraction
Blinded by dramatics
Ignoring all the passion

Wooden ships, on the water
Rescue me

How much can he reject me? I just… I don’t know. :,( I feel so wrong. I wanna die. I don’t care anymore. I just miss being a kid. I miss not having any feelings. I just wanna go away. Please make me invisible. Please?