i lied here's the real about mei'll get a knack for this
     i'm in love with like three or four girls at a time but naturally i'm going to loathe them all, big heart small container equals i'm not going to like you, for long or i'm going to like you very little chance is.

you could become one of those girls


I'M ACTUALLY OVER HERE AT STRYVERS, THIS IS JUST A PLACING SLOT FOR ALL PRETTY THINGS

I remember when
He punched his fingers
Into the wall, missing me
By merely an inch.

He seasoned the wall
With the skin of his fists.
I licked the stain
Just to feel like I was part of him.

― Lorne Ryan, Well Seasoned (via defense-mechanisms)