Fuck that stupid wedding, really. I don’t know who the fuck is getting married and it shall not bother me. So fuck you.
Fuck that stupid wedding, really. I don’t know who the fuck is getting married and it shall not bother me. So fuck you.
Forget our worries and do what we like ♪ The Subways
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Source: elvis-the-pelvis
Today’s the day. Good luck to me. I just hope wishing for the best will get the best.
Stop calling me out.
I’m not fighting today.
I just wanna be happy.
Is that ok?
The fluorescence of this familiar haven sends an uncomfortable feeling to my subconscious. My heartstrings wrap around the thought with a tight grasp but yet, the thought burns and singes those heartstrings. Masochistic. Or merely inevitable?
I drift backwards into a nonexistent cushion. I think of the shine and then it rolls out. For joy or for pain? My arms wrap around a substitute, for I will never seize the chance. I do wish the constellations speak to you of my pain.
Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky.
The title says it all. You make me feel this way day by day without fail.