Screw it, I’ll reblog again.
shower time, lets hope i feel better.
Shower, thank-yous, laundry, packing, working.
I feel like crying, and I don’t even know why cause I had a bomb diggity weekend.
‘Cause I cracked another bottle, got no remorse
And I’ll say a little prayer for the child in me
I swear I used to be what I truly believed
That I’m not just a man with these broken dreams
That even I can go to heaven if I part the sea” —Johnny 3 Tears (via demondaze)
I don’t know how I feel about this. Gah. I feel like poop right now.
I want to go to Texas, NOW.