i am not the girl boys want to love; i’m the girl they want to fuck
i am the one night stand and drunken kiss
with lungs of coal and matching heart, smoke in my veins
fascinating, interesting, but not enough so that you’d want to stay
the girl born in flames, risen from ashes
sick of never being enough
i swallowed my tongue bar in my sleep last night, like seriously, what sort of terrible luck do you have to have for that to even happen
My body is currently made out of 60% tiredness and 40% sadness.