“The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.”

- Charles Bukowski, Post office

damn that's heavy lol.

anyway:

i can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot (lmfao)

life is short
so love the one you got
cause you might get run over
or you might get shot

lovin
is what i gottttttt
 lovinn
is what i gott
<3

i don't cry when my dog runs away
i don't get angry at the bills i have to pay
i don't get angry when my mom smokes pot

livin with louie dog is the only way to stay sane

let the lovinn' let the lovinn' come back to meee.

i'll write soon. right now i just need music.