Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.
omg hes soo cuteeeee. were waiting for the bus to MGM
hes practicing <3 <3 mmm so beautifullllllll he is
tower of terror
iv playing his trucker game at the arcade =)
how much cuter can someone get??
I'm ....happy.
face plant
IV bought me a stuffed animal to remind me of him. Tramp.
me in my blanket ....cocoa bean!!!!!
I <3 my tramp