When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’ tell
It don’t make sense, goin’ to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies

My heart is drenched in wine

jetbag:

one time i actually thought i had a chance with someoneĀ 

(via who-next)

I’ve lost so much emotion it’s showing in my dancing now.. I quit lol.

"Sometimes I find myself sitting in one spot for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing, and, most disturbingly, caring about nothing."

Mahbod Seraji, Rooftops of Tehran (via larmoyante)

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