my sins caught up with you

i need somebody to talk to, but i pushed you away.

i need somebody who understands, but it doesn't look like your coming back.

 side note: something with hair blurring my photos..i love.

side note: little details is something i'll always be about.

side note: something about the waves will always be apart of me.

the way that i fall

I wish there was a legit disorder for like kids like me who can't focus long enough to write one little paragraph in paper cause there is too much creative things to do. Or like you can't focus on reading that feminism homework or do other butt munch shit because there are too many awesome things to look at and awesome music to bang around too. (no, i do not mean that kind of bang) and create stuff. and do art.

ahhhh!

GOLD DUST.

i can feel my heart

breaking in front of you

 this is me

 im walking away

 i can feel my heart

 breaking in front of you

 so long

 i'm leaving today

fffff

drowning

we all know, we all know by now that you're the only thing that you talk about. we all know, we all know that things won't work out, no. you've got nothing to say. you've got nothing to say. you've got nothing.