February 2011
“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.”
January 2011
i’ve got splinters running through my face and fingers from picking myself up through all this shit i’ve got to quit beating myself up over things out of my control i’m finally at the point where i’ve got nothing left to lose and i’ve got nothing more to prove
corautmors:
And as crazy as it seems I wish that...
all I have left to do is to just keep reminding myself to forget about you.
I'm better off home on a Saturday night with all...
I won’t be thinking about you, baby.
just like a trap,
everything just fell right back
Nada.
thefifthjohn:
I have absolutely nothing to prove to you, and you, and you.
I have absolutely nothing to lose.
I have absolutely nothing.
I have absolutely nothing.
I am absolutely nothing.
always move fast: left. →
sing-in-time:
we meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say “i wanted it this way” and wait for the year to drown. spring forward, fall back down. i’m trying not to wonder where you are. all this time lingers, undefined. someone choose who’s left and who’s leaving. memory will rust and erode into lists of all…
