I’m terrified of my impending doom, and the future that holds it.
I guess its time to dye my hair.
And find a shitty tattoo artist to give me a shitty cheap tattoo, because fuck it.
I accept payment in the form of cigarettes
"she’s not perfect;
but when we’re lying down
on our bed
and she fits my limbs
when she’s dragging her lips
on my neck
even in her sleep
i guess i’m allowed to boast
that she’s pretty
- Unknown (via barbieandken)
(Source: justasgoodaseachother, via fuck-this-that-and-everything)