you say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. you say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. you say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. this is why i am afraid. you say that you love me too. hide
i am dead on the floor with cute doggy-woggy-ness

can’t 

be

arsed

a girl she runs out the room… with jizz in her eyes
ben got me songwriting again(and i can’t throw this one away because it’s in a nice book welp) 

stubbornlittlefuck:

I don’t trust my own judgement, I think that’s my biggest issue. I never know whether I’m being irrational or whether it’s ok to voice how I’m feeling. Or maybe, if it’s how you feel, it’s always ok. I just don’t know.