maybe i was wrong.

everything eventually feels timeless ( Read more... )

ask me as many questions as you can possibly think of about absolutely anything you want to know about me, and then of course i'll answer them.

snow. eight hour shifts of smiling. cigarettes. dirty fingers. deleted journals. somehow you'll make it. somehow everything will end up with everything fading. but you're fading and you can't stop it this time. some things just never end. especially this. this will eat you alive if you're not burried already ( Read more... )