write me a sad sad sad song something I cry to drill tears deep into my pillows and smear my wet hands all about my face, my room bathed in orange light from the street lamps. what's wrong with me baby what's wrong?
9.6.15
this a hot mess (just like me, lol) but i sure do love wild by troye sivan.
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the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by
Poetryfrom the strangest corners of my head. colleen cosette goodman © 2015-2016
