satire.

Noel-marie likes to rap about hot boys that like me.

purebloodandsimple:

phillip gracee.

eats pussy with his face.

dont step up to him

cus he’ll beat you in that race.

keepin the pace.

just give him some space

1st.. 2nd.. 3rd mother fuckin base.

we closed the case.

surrender.

it’s easy to get lazy and let the pain all drain away.

recollections lacking clarity of the price we had to pay.

waking up alone because he’s high; he cannot hold her.

a never ending nightmare, the weight of the world upon her shoulders.

the people who loved her are gone - she’s left with guilt, regret and shame.

in search of new motivation to straighten out and leave the game.

surrender to the needle, to the powder, and to the pill.

a salute to the prisoners before us who were held against their will.

<3

r.i.p. miranda o’callahan.

we write poems. <3

we all promise things that we know we can’t keep. 

we sell super greedy, and buy super cheap. 

we stay awake late cause we can’t ever sleep. 

we’re drowning in holes that are deeper than deep.

we break our own hearts so they can’t say they did. 

we make them all see passed the things that we hid. 

we take stupid chances, regret what we did. 

‘cause we really love fucking, but don’t want a kid. 

we shake those we love, and we love when we’re shook. 

we say what we need to, to get off the hook. 

we hide all our secrets, where they’ll never look. 

cause we find ourselves longing for all that they took.

we always say never, cause never is near. 

we live for forever; forever starts here. 

we dismiss our own problems with vodka and beer. 

cause time stops for no one, and this invokes fear.