I'm just a notch in your bed post, but you're just a line in a song
I’ve come to realize that I don’t have private moments. And why should I? Nothing has meaning in my life. And the few people that really matter? They just leave. Fuck it, maybe someone will miss me when I’m gone. Our love is God.
your tumblr sucks. the images are too small and when someone clicks on something to reblog it,the link takes them to someone elses tumblr. fix it
the images are huge every time i’ve looked at it. and i just started a few months ago, i’m not great at fixing links and shit, sorry. it may have just been a certain image that took you to someone elses tumblr? idk. i’ll have someone better with tumblr look at it for me.
you should get help before you completely ruin your life
thanks anon. maybe you should show your name so i thought you actually cared. sorry, that’s bitchy. i just don’t like it when people have the audacity to tell me what i should and shouldn’t do when they can’t even be straight with me. the day i start lying about or trying to hide my vices is the day i’ll need help.
i’m not trying to be disrespectful, i’m sorry (again). the way i look at it is i’m still breathing. i haven’t found anything in specific to live for yet. when i do, maybe i’ll change. hope that’s fair.