Yes it’s just love, it always makes it’s way back around, it’s dispensable, to fall is unacceptable, cause everything you’ve been through made you stronger, and everyday you learn about yourself, and nothing really played out how it’s supposed to, depending on somebody else’s wealth.
i suffer a lot. & every day the glass mirror get tougher to watch. i tie my stomach in knots & i’m not sure why i’m infatuated with death. my imagination is surely an aggravation of threats that can come about. cause the tongue is mighty powerful, & i can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch. maybe cause i’m dreamer & sleep is the cousin of death. really stuck in the scheme of wondering when i’ma rest.
Oh Elena. :/
It’s okay for guys like you and Court to fuck everyone. But when I do it, I get dumped for innocent little twits like Cecile. God forbid, I exude confidence and enjoy sex. Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7 so I can be considered a lady? I’m the Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side, and sometimes I want to kill myself.
Sandpaper kisses. Papercut bliss. Don’t know what this is, but it all leads to this. You’re gonna leave her.
She said it won’t be long before she falls outta love
I thought I told you- I’m not him