08.28.03::15:57

kill her. get out while you can.

how about i;m outside of yr window with boys on my neck. how about i;m kissing the floor &; not dreaming of you. how about it;s the end of summer &;i haven;t kissed my wrists.

&;neither have you.

sad guitars, eh? take yr scene &;yr love elsewhere;; i don;t need boys in buttondown shirts &;cheerleader songs. i don;t need that but i need to be needed.

a geographical curse, kungfu lovers. boys with long hair. best friends in the same bed.

come get it right this time. i swear, we;ll be perfuct.


necromancy. or the fucking grave