I remember you, of course I do, But I don’t recall how many times we’ve been through This little game, that always ends the same, With you sad and me far away. And every time I repeat the line That the fault’s not mine and I wasn’t unkind. But the worst part is that I’ve got nothing else to say.
It has recently come to my attention that I go to bed drunk most nights.
punctuatethis: I saw a woman crying on the plane this weekend. She was looking at her ticket. I didn’t know if she was going home, or leaving. And I didn’t know which was sadder. imgvia
This my excavation and today is Kumran Everything that happens is from now on This is pouring rain This is paralyzed I keep throwing it down two hundred at a time It’s hard to find it when you knew it When your money’s gone And you’re drunk as hell On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load In the back with your...
i’m gonna walk around & drink some more– Party Pit, Boys And Girls In America
Ain’t no roads here paved with gold.
I wish I didn’t ragequit my original tumblr.