I just wanna make out and play with your hair for a couple of hours
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.
Everyone’s fucked up. You’ve just gotta decide what kinda fucked up you’re into.
I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
i need a cigarette and a long cry about everything