clocks are my own personal imprisonment that i chose to shoot down with meandering adventures and fat blunts.⌚️🔫🚬😯💨
If I could just hear your voice.
I wanted to cry and break your nose. I wanted to run out those doors and never come back. But instead I smiled and said “It’s alright. It doesn’t hurt. Don’t worry about me.” And you believed it really was okay.
— f.v. (via lie-to-me-again-babe)