Work and school are probably going to kill me but what else is there to do

People made fun of my hickeys all fuckin day and I just feel pretty great about it

merchant-shits:

Walked into find you staring out the window at a city

Holding memories of older times and how’d she’d gone away.

And we sang through smoke and rum and coke and 

Promised with our pity, man, one day, I swear we’ll be ok.

(via parrrotflies)