the sound of other people kissing makes me sick.
I’m twenty and young, I want the love I’ll never have again. roll in the sheets, sleep til ten.
Me
listening to love and war stories. 12:31am him
phh 12:32amMe
in which nothing is ever fair.
*john morrison hair flip after landing from rafters* AHHHH! *falls over*
mmmm angry sex dream.
“I’m transgendered.” “you think you’re a girl, that’s fine; I guess that makes you my girl.”
you’re so happy, and try as I might, I can’t be mad for that. but you pour this happiness onto me, and all my heart does is shrivel.
burning, sweeping, wasteland.
you cannot have me, heartless man. I am of the wind and fire, my heart a burning, sweeping wasteland.
