pudus:

dont ask me about 2009

lameborghini:

today sucked but at least it’s not 2009

thr-ill:

have no regrets

except all those facebook pages you liked back in 2009, regret those

pudus:

dont ask me about 2009

pudus:

dont ask me about 2009

childre:

Usually on the outside looking in. An intentity reaching for relevance. Holding onto something ever so unnattainanble. Life without an eerie lonesome nature. How unlikely for a wild soul born as so. A wretched mind poisoned.

Idk why I’m glutton for punishment and why I proceed to self loathing depression. It’s so uncomfortably, comfortable. So w that being said. Fuck off. I feel. You dont gotta feel me.

Like the weather I am unmanageable A force of nature. Just predicting what I’ll feel or do next. My domesticated nature is now rabid. An overwhelming chaos.

-we’re plagued with these lessons, a point to be made from the heavens making us the example hope burnin out like a candle, there’s only so much I can handle, there’s only so much I can take, still tryna keep grounded & relate