⑳＋④→ you could probably love me if i was dead / but i'd rather feed you dreams instead
So, uh, yeah. Everything's fine. Uh. Yeah. You know, not even fine, it's good. It's great, it's fanfuckingtastic and you know what, I don't even know who I'm kidding, but I definitely know that it is going to be a long time before you and I go drinking again.
(Not for your sake. For mine.)
At the risk of sounding like a housewife, I really can't wait for him to get home. Because goddammit if I fuck even one more thing up I'm going to have a fucking breakdown, I sear to God I will. And besides all that shit, I'm sick of scaring my own gang into apparent silence. If everyone's dead, somebody better send me a slip from the goddamn morgue.
(Not for your sake. For mine.)
At the risk of sounding like a housewife, I really can't wait for him to get home. Because goddammit if I fuck even one more thing up I'm going to have a fucking breakdown, I sear to God I will. And besides all that shit, I'm sick of scaring my own gang into apparent silence. If everyone's dead, somebody better send me a slip from the goddamn morgue.