im going to die like brautigan
Trash.
Prove ME right for once. Stop proving THEM right.
Stop proving yourself right. Stop being trash.
June is Coming.
Come home babe. Come back, June.
I’m sure there is a whole bunch of new dudes for me to hate.
I’m ready to hate them all. I have a girl or two you could hate as well,
I’ll delete them from my life for you.
I’m ready. I miss you.
Come bring out the hate in me,
I love you so much.
PLEASE REPOST- my friend Joey hasn’t been heard from since last night. Please spread this around. He’s a wonderful person and a lot of people are missing him right now. He lives in west Philly and is active on tumblr, facebook and other social media sites but hasn’t updated since yesterday.
Joey Ross is a local Philly kid who goes to shows frequently and I’m sure some of you know personally. He’s been missing since yesterday. If you hear from him or know someone who has, please call either number listed below.
267-252-4447 or 856-577-4719
I DONT USUALLY REBLOG SO YOU KNOW THIS SHITS IMPORTANT. ATTENTION PHILLY PEOPLE.
everywhere i go, you’re always right there with me.
i flirted with you all my life
i even kissed you once or twice
to this day, i swear it was nice
but really, i was not ready..
New Short Story on Coffin Catalogs by Me - “One More.”
Really proud of this one. My first short story in a while.
http://coffincatalogs.wordpress.com/2013/05/13/publish-my-suicide-note-in-a-limited-edition-zine-6/
Tissue.
You’re proving my point.
Not the good points. Not the I’ll love you forever points, I’ll protect you, you won’t find anyone that will love you like me points.
The points your cousins made.
The we-all-know-exactly-what-you-are points.
I’m sad for you.
Your family members and I all agreed, you were raised so completely wrong and it affects your relationships and how you act. You have a mental disorder, but like your mother, you want to believe that everything is perfect so you won’t acknowledge it.
But you aren’t supposed to be like your mother, remember?
Flowergirl.
It’s not that we can’t fight it anymore,
it’s that we don’t have to.
Buk.
Love, dumbass.
The word you’re looking for is love.
Makes you do stupid things.
Bukowski was right.
One Night Stand.
At this point you’ve been starting fights solely to start fights. And there is a ton of truth in what your cousins said about you, we all know it. Maybe f you could keep a boyfriend they wouldn’t think that, but..yeah. I mean I’m sure you’ll tell yourself otherwise, but you’re wrong.
You won’t find anyone who got slapped in the face as much as I did and who will still want to try and make things work. You need some medication.
And I just want you to know, every time I mention someone being beautiful on this blog from now on, it won’t be about you.
It’ll be about the new girl, from last night and the night before <3. Who my friends don’t think is rude, or an unhinged psychopath. A selfish sociopath with no care about anyone’s feelings but her own.
I’m surprised we dated for this long. You’re more of a one night and done girl than a buy - you - flowers - and try and make things work girl. I just got tricked for a while. Nottingham Harlot strikes again and will keep striking.
“Did she get him too?”
You could have treated me like a human and things would have been great. Instead you treated me selfishly and horribly.
Don’t crash any more of my parties, please. Get help.
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You’re beautiful <3.
All My Friends Ask if I’m Okay.
An alibi for every line.
You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful.
You’re