seriously hun. seriously. i dont care how fucking gone you are, how fucking pissed, trashed, happy, horny blah blah blah. if for any reason, or second goes through your fucked up, crazy little brain, where you dont feel you can talk to anyone. text me to call you. i will ALWAYS respond to texts but not always calls (while im at work) but i will always respond to texts. know this.
i love you. you mean so much to me. honestly. i understand. its fucking ridiculious how much i understand.
here i am, trashed. mother fucking blazed. too much rum, never enough weed. with this gorgeous boy (who doesnt have an eyebrow piercing anymore) with good friends. laughing and digging the life. when out of no where, a declination in my mood or just way of thought. i realize that its not what i really want.
cause what i could really go for. smells of violets, looks like cinnamon water and is the only provider of "the" feeling.
i realize its not what i really want, or at least i think thats not what i want
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i love you. you mean so much to me. honestly. i understand. its fucking ridiculious how much i understand.
here i am, trashed. mother fucking blazed. too much rum, never enough weed. with this gorgeous boy (who doesnt have an eyebrow piercing anymore) with good friends. laughing and digging the life. when out of no where, a declination in my mood or just way of thought. i realize that its not what i really want.
cause what i could really go for. smells of violets, looks like cinnamon water and is the only provider of "the" feeling.
i realize its not what i really want, or at least i think thats not what i want ( ... )
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