June 2013
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May 2013
18 posts
lay nudes at my gravestone, not flowers. flowers will wither away, but a bomb ass booty is forever
There’s nothing to do, so I’m gonna Tumbl.
how can you be an endless feedback loop
consonantly repeating the pastdo you know
that you can grow?that you can be free
not from the past
but from it’s grasp
from sad nostalgiathat thinks the past is as good as it gets
and constricts
like self-fulfilling prophets
not profiting from painyet still onward repeating
till it all feels the samemaybe then when it’s lost it’s meaning
can you see it as not appealingmaybe then you can be free
bloodyclawss:
I wanna lose myself between your legs..
