I write for you in a blizzard, small words, anxieties, and disappointments, glasshouse love, and flat-footed reason. I write for you, until my fingers will miss the keys.
Live.
Don’t fall in love with a drug addict.
poppunc:
“  vegas // all time low
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Tell me about your ex-lover. Do you miss them?
puschkinia:
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that-supreme-bitch:
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