Small, simple, safe price.
(via growingup)
RISE THE WAKE AND CARRY ME WITH ALL OF MY REGRETS
THIS IS NOT A SMALL CUT THAT SCABS, AND DRIES AND FLAKES AND HEALS, AND I AM NOT AFRIAD TO DIE I’M NOT AFRIAD TO BLEED AND FUCK AND FIGHT I WANT THE PAIN OF PAYMENT WHAT’S LEFT BUT A SECTION OF PIGMY SIZED CUTS MUCH LIKE A SLEW OF A THOUSAND UNWANTED FUCKS. WOULD YOU BE MY LITTLE CUT? WOULD YOU BE MY THOUSAND FUCKS? AND MAKE MARK LEAVING SPACE FOR THE GUILT TO BE LIQUID, TO FILL AND SPILL OVER AND UNDER MY THOUGHTS. MY SAD SORRY SELFISH CTY OUTT O CUTTER
I’M CUTTING TRYING TO PICTURE YOUR BLACK BROKEN HEART LOVE IS NOT LIKE ANYTHING ESPECIALLY A FUCKING KNIFE.
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