hello

i want to kiss damien rice, drink with ernest hemingway and marry f scott fitzgerald

have a nice day

my gay self

my gay poetry

im sick of poetic bullshit. the best way 2 sum me up is that im so depressed everything is funny and i think im the best fuckers

i'm the biggest faggot

i have the worst hangover

by the end of last night i was having my final drink but i thought it was only like 4% but the bottle was actually 28.9 units and id drank a quarterthis is at the end (id drank i hve drznk too much) ahhhhhhh

humansofnewyork:

"How many likes do you think we’ll get?""That’s gonna depend on the photo."

humansofnewyork:

"How many likes do you think we’ll get?"
"That’s gonna depend on the photo."

It’s so nice to be in love :)

ooooooooooh just had the best nachos eveeeeeeeeeer

I lean against the wooden door frame,
You stand by the stairs;

You’ve played a game this time I don’t quite
understand, and I don’t understand
why you’d be so fucking crude as to
place all the blame onto
me?

I pull myself away from you ,
You stand by your sisters bedroom.  

it’s amazing
how much life someone can experience
from a hospital bed.

6 years and
7 months and
8 days
before you met me you’d spent
8 years and
7 months and
6 days
tied to one 

you were brought into the world
from the same bed
you died twice in.

it’s odd to think i’ve spent
7 more minutes in this world
than you have.