No longer relevant.
Fridays.
I want to hack and slash your roses with a fucking machete
when we get out and get drunk and we get high and don’t talk, we just walk and walk and walk until we find ourselves alone
Reblogged from the rational self
the national and st. vincent - sleep all summer
why won’t you fall back in love with me?
Culture is constantly digesting itself.
I am being eaten alive.
Witch on fire
latest impressions trump fading memories
I have teeth to be sunk into cannibals.
