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


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


"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

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.