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"there will always be a space in my parking lot, when you need a little coke and sympathy."

eighteen year old college dropout.
i like cigarettes, the ghostbusters, and caffeine.
being under the influence usually helps.

photos of me, fetish list
sugarpumpkin: baby c’:
sometimesoverwhelming: Sleeve work (Taken with instagram)

thigh held together by ruby ribbons
i swear there is nothing left for me here 

this pain this devastating pain please don’t do this to me

i’ll never see you again. maybe once for you to reclaim your belongings, but after that, it’s as if we never knew one another, and it kills me to think that someone i loved so deeply will soon be a stranger.

i woke up today, thinking, “i wonder if i’ll see him today” and then i remembered, and i sobbed into my pillow until i fell back asleep. i should have never made that promise. i don’t want to feel this anymore.