listening to my drunk dddaddd

stumbling around in his rooom 

makes mee so unbelievably sad.

d. i. s. g. u. s. t. i. n. g.

words

a thirst for knowledge that can only be quenched by whiskey

something comforting like wrinkles on faces or on the sleeves of vintage leather jackets

the blank blocks of the nocturnal cityscape sprayed with astral urine

sandy footsteps on cement

sad mumblings bleeding through the wall

the good pillow and cold blankets

our legs tangled with your navel against my back

"new pussy may hold the promise of something better but it sure as shit ain't love."

Hank Moody

these thoughts are unhealthy and i know that i'm driving myself crazy. i can't seem to love myself enough to be sane.

"If you want to be happy, be." 

Leo Tolstoy

i've brainwashed my own self

i want to say it's not the same anymore but it was never better in the first place.

things i want and would order if i were into online shopping

MODEKUNGEN <--this store is fucking dope

teeth ring

wing ring

chunky knit

a-wang copy knit

retro denim jacket

so hard to replace, so easy to be replaced

whoever (me) said that "if you pretend you don't care, you really won't care" is 

WRONG