Mediocre never looked so nice |
Make me smile, and i'll return the favor. |
perfect in every way
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This is what rape culture looks like.
This makes me sick.
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Backstage with me and the zpz live crew, as documented by mr gif. Full set here.
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I feel like I got robbed
By the perfect criminal.
Worth more than gold
my affection, acknowledged,
and promptly snuffed out.
I’ve been robbed
by a thief whose face I know,
but have never seen.
I have no rights however,
wrapped in self-pity
I lost the chance I never had.
To all the lovers who took from me,
asked for keeps only to return damaged,
which way is the exit?
I don’t think I can afford this anymore.
The sun breaks through the slats of the white faux wood window blinds, rays hitting my face ever so gently. I toss betwixt my sheets wondering which thief hustled off with my shut-eye and how could they possibly make time fly that fast? As my feet hit the ground I shudder, I forgot what it feels like to not soar. The rough ground makes me question getting out of bed today. I stand for a moment only to sit back down, I sit for a long while; the day grows long outside my window. I can sleep just a little bit longer.
I am growing a shell,
of drugs, sex, lies, and hurt.
It grows heavy on my back, making it difficult to,
lurch onwards.
With my vice as my armor
I wave my axe (handle of whiskey, blade sharp as my sober mind),
oblivious to the fact that my enemies seem to shed my own blood.
This is wonderful
always reblog.
“Those poor boys’ lives will be ruined because of this.”
“But the girl was wearing—”
“She was drinking...
This is all I want. I don’t want fame, I don’t want fortune.
I don’t care if your friends don’t know who I am.
I only care that...
he’s actually thinking about tractors.