I’ve been trying to take an okay picture of me dancing pantsless to brand new’s Daisy in the kitchen I’m house sitting at for like a half hour.
THERE’S NO REVOLUTION // SO I BOUGHT A BRIDE /boughtabride/boughtabride/boughtabride/
so tumblr, how’s your thursday evening shaping up?
what can you really say about a nineteen year old girl
sitting at home
on a tuesday night
with no one left to text (that will respond) and no one left to call
not that I’d want to, because I’d say something wrong and then I’d lose you too
and I won’t remember today tomorrow because I’ve already lost yesterday
and I’m like four pills deep and tomorrow I will forget to eat and
I just want to hear YOUR voice without you needing to be drunk
and I just want mom to come home now and not leave me alone because I’m not alright and I have nothing to do and if this is how next semester is going to go
I think I might actually need to die, or go somewhere, I can’t anymore
I need to feel something anything, your hand across my face. wait no that’s not right, like the dream I had… skin under blade
keep me alone, learn to live. you don’t need attention, you aren’t worth that, learn to be happy alone - but wait,
pick that shit off the floor, don’t finish what you started. one more pill to go, and then