Fucking Gypsy.

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.

I eat crackers in bed, fuck it.

Misanthrope.

Real Friends

—I've Given Up On You

I’ve given up on you, but it still hurts to know you’re not alone.

(Source: cynegetic, via collegekidbroke)

Now I remember

  • Why I got my dogs.
  • To keep me from making the biggest mistake. They always stop me.
  • It was that exact moment I had a profound thought:
  • Leave or be left.
  • So I left. I drove far far away. Until my phone received no signal and I was horribly horribly lost.
  • You won't be bothered to find me.
  • They'll all say I was kidnapped.
  • But let me tell you, I'm no kid.