how i sometimes end up drunk off $25 full of hot dogs and trawling memories of everyone i’ve ever fucked and, for the most part, never spoken to again, is beyond me. in all sobriety i’ve forgotten everybody but every four or so months there are cracks in things and somebody’s elected to ignore me in favour of someone they want more, who’s harder to pry apart, and i’m cold chillin with a cup of tea clicking away on this site looking for things to hate about people i’ve already erased. somebody please kill me before i neuter myself. ni night xo
SWALLOW ANYTHING
lizzy when nothing else is here
