February 2012
thehoneytree:
Singing Death Cab loud in my room and I don’t give a fuck who hears and consequentially gets bleeding ears.
Back to the beams, high bars and mats and the...
Honey, you're not a bitch - your pathetic...
Instead of asking daddy to buy you conventional crop tops, perhaps invest in new genes, in particular to get a new mouth, trust me you’ll need it when Satan plunders you.
You could also settle on noiseless hysteria when Satan enters you; as you realise you’re worth much, much less.
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could...”
– Charles Bukowski (via slychedelic)
