whiskey kisses for everyone
my eyes are leaking ice cream
“ That’s it, I give up. All girls are whores, nobody is who they say they are. And fuck love.
(Source: raspyeyes, via still-dreaming)
This is meant to be performed.
I guess I’m just meant to be alone, a savage voyager of the void on my own, but still I’m toying with ideas of a velvet voice that soothes my soul and gives advice for every choice that life presents me, a voice that never fails to accurately represent me when I temporarily lose all my senses and start to behave like someone I am not - Like “Who Am I?” I forgot - when there’s a failure to properly recall all the good that I’ve begot in nearly twenty years of life- years of fights, and years of strife, but nevertheless they’ve been years of life, a life in which I’ve both caused suffering, and eased pain, and spent hundreds of nights certain I was going insane, because I’m endlessly friendless, and tremendously clever. But what’s one more night in the sea of forever?
(Source: madeleineishere, via rurounidrew)
(Source: whiteliesandlullabies)
