February 2012
I need sex. Sex now.
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Through sin and self destruction I stumble home, never alone. My only home is the bottom of a bottle and a rolled up bill and I’m ready to go. I live the same day in and out and I don’t care how long I last, all the girls and drink and drugs but don’t get me wrong, I’m having a fucking blast.
Sick of hearing "i got this tattoo because it...
mungbeans:
tahlulala:
^^ this here.
inspired-by-nan:
dont tell me you miss me when we both know you’re not going to do anything about it
