by the end of the week i'm going to be really sick of being horizontal.

i just found new reasons to hate bush.
a big one.
fucking asshole

what a shit day.

i cant understand how we look so normal on the outside.
when we're so fucked on the inside.
or sometimes we are on the outside too, but its hidden.
thank god we can't read minds, though on most days i'd kill to be able to, coz i know some beautiful minds.
but some thoughts would kill us.
thats what flesh is for i think

its hard to remember what i'm good for alot of the time ( Read more... )

i still love this youknow dear

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holy fuck. after the twentyth of feburary i give permission to anyone to kill me, i will be a happy, complete woman. oh my fucking god. seventy eight days.
im going to fucking die

today swallowed me whole and spat me back out, which was embarrassing because i looked up and saw you less than a metre from me and thought fuck, would anyone looking at us be able to see the lightyears between us ( Read more... )

"you deserve this"
i told you to listen to me.
i am so happy for you girly girl girl.
oh this week shall be hard. as will each saturday from now on without my honking babies. another haunting wash of post musical depression..
thankyou for the fun my darlings.
congratulations fuckers. i love you.

xo liv.