a terrible start to a terrible story.

let's get drunk and lose discretion.
it's okay, i'm not in love with you anymore.
you'll tell me your problems
and i'll try
ttr,y
tr\ry
try. try
to solve them.
twist and tangle your lies into mine
and
we'll find the ends of our own ropes
and
go our separate ways.
see you on the other side
good night
good luck
good riddance
because there's nothing worse than knowing that you're more important to me than i'll ever be to you
and i'll never be her
and you'll never be him
and and
adn
ann//d
we're not we
we're you and -- me
but i'll pretend in the sunrise that that's fine,
just so the sun will keep climbing and not sink, blushing,
back below infinity.

we are so fragile... just breakable girls and boys

i got a new tattoo. it is the story of my life in one word.




indeed.



liam called me today to ask me some random question about a carnival in arizona. and then in the background my mom goes "ask her if she's coming home for easter or not." and i was just like...really woman? really? why the FUCK would i come home for easter? i haven't talked to my parents in a fucking month. my mother is convinced that the only reason i'm dropping out of school is to hurt her (because everything i do in my life is about my mother, of course). my dad is drunk and indifferent. why would i want to go home to that? srsly.

all we can do is keep breathing. [this song makes me cry every time]

did you know Kal Penn's character killed himself on House because Kal got a spot on the Obama administration? Assistant Director of the Public Liaison or some shit like that. crazy!!