Something cold is forced inside her
A tear spills down her cheek
Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer
Hymns of the needle freak
With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don’t care
Her dreams are liquid blue
I cut myself again and again to remind myself of you
girl in language class: so why are you taking Italian? :)
me thinking about my plan to go back in time and raw Leonardo Da Vinci so hard he can’t walk for three days: I love the food
to clear things up because some of you clearly cannot fucking read: i am a homosexual man who is willing to go back in time and put my entire penis inside of historical figure Leonardo Da Vinci’s rectum in an act of anal sex and then go on to live a lavish and intellectually stimulating lifestyle as his beloved top. i don’t know what a video game is and i don’t care.
How come Facebook will let me set my gender as “Baja Blast” but not my political views as “Ronald Reagan’s grave is a gender neutral bathroom”?
Text me, Fuckerberg. I know you have my number. This isn’t fair
