Never a bad day to wear a wolf shirt.
Cry yourself to sleep
These are my musings. It's pretty terrible.
Please forget me, you were right dear
I’m cold and self involved
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I Hate Myself - To A Husband At War
“Things are here
And you’re over there
And in between land, sea everything
I hope you’re warm
And I hope you think of me
In Petersburg the way things used to be
Yesterday, a telegraph said that you had died
But I knew, but I know that it was a lie
I tried to laugh
But I went back to my room and cried
I mean our room
I went back to our room and cried
Retreat, and come back home.”
(via formlessnesss)
Bachelor’s life fo life yo
One day I will be as classy as Peter Smith.
Strangled by the stereowire
Cut and depressed in the victim’s eye.
With a public finger on a false alarm.
Pulling down in a rush of irreversible lies.
A cold so thick that the static glows.
Leaks off her chest so the people know.
Splintered and strained as the rupture grows.
Is all cynically thrown down a swallowing throat.
