Hate everything, contribute nothing.
All these ghosts.
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts.
Why is everything wrong.
I wanna drink til’ I’m dead.
Hello Stranger, I saved you a place and it hardly seems strange now that I’ve seen your face.
I wish I could say I didn’t still love you.
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
that summer when she was eighteen it seemed like anything could happen, anything at all.
You are the worst human being I have ever met.