My heart pounds with melancholy when I think about growing old without a good goddamn reason to live.
I step inside an old train of thoughts, I relive a requiem of memories, and I worry apathy will destroy any of the passion left in my veins."
Someone verify this so I know I’m not just mental.. I realize I’ve been up for about 3 days now, but isn’t that 3 girls?
me: what’s for dinner?
her: *spreads her legs*
so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it.