i love you to pieces but what happens when we’re drunk isn’t how we’re supposed to be
we’re all just out here trying to find that one crook in someone else’s arm that we fit perfectly in to
the friendships i have are just the ones i haven’t fucked up yet
craving a long cold winter with a couple feet of snow on the ground.
when all you know is what you don’t want
I have zero desire to wake up tomorrow and be more positive so you can shove your well-intentioned platitudes up your ass.