when i die, cut off my head and embalm it and give me glass eyes with red pupils and hang it up on my grandson’s bedroom wall, right over his bed
i don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions
can’t wait for the generation of grandmas with winged eyeliner
its kinda scary when you waste an entire day doing nothing and time just passes
i never learn from my mistake once… i have to do it like 4-5 times before i learn.
i miss you to the point where its unreal like it doesnt fucking feel real anymore