your pour the liqour on the staircase, girl.

[xxwhatyouneed]

" && there was no one in that room. It's quiet
down the hallway where the doctors wash their hands. Behind my eyes I feel
the hollow jabs of your morphine kiss. Your anesthetic voice is autographed
upon my bones "

i love the bled.
Mhm. definetly official.
so this weekend was okay at times and completly horrible at others. i don't know how much longer i can live like this.
i hope i can make it these next three weeks.
it sounds so long, jesus christ.
man, i smoked like 2 packs this weekend alone. hah.
my lungs hurt.
eh. i dont care anymore.
over it.
<3Emma