I just want your arms around me. I’ve had such a shitty couple days and all I want is you next to me telling me everything is going to be alrigth…
Songs make me remember you.
Drugs make me forget you.
Something in my room makes me cry over you.
I wish you were still here. My mother and I need you so much.
But you’re not here. You haven’t been here in awhile.
Getting tagged in something on tumblr:
Getting tagged in something on facebook:
"Your heart, felt good, it was drippin’ pitch and made of wood.
And your hands, and knees, felt cold and wet on the grass to me.”
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But I took 2 Ambien and have a glass of wine to enjoy while watching True Blood and then plan to just pass the fuck out. Over and out, Tumblr.