I Have to Make a Title for This?
|Mostly re-blogs of things I love and notions I agree with and seasoned lightly with personal journal entries and photos.|
You don’t care if I never wake up.
Sure, I do.
They reach a set of two swings hedged by ivy and stop.
Well then, because then I’d have to start taking
out girls who actually like me.
Like you could find one.
See that, there? Who needs affection when
I have blind hatred?