my hand smells weird

like spit and blood

that’s my early Wednesday morning for you

you know who you are

i don’t know how to say it to your face

but i love you so goddamn much you’re the best friend i’ve ever had

my bad choices do not reflect upon you and i’m so sorry i vent too much and my problems are my problems not yours

but you gave me a chance and i love love love you and i am convinced you are my guardian angel 

i just love you okay don’t hate me for hating myself please 

viciousdoughnut:

i like music that makes me feel like wearing high heels and walking over the fallen corpses of a thousand men