April 2012
- Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
I am not afraid to die.
I am not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What’s left, but a section of pigmy size cuts; much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would...
March 2012
“The whole world’s insanities, the bleeding hearts and tragedies, won’t distract...”
- I can’t get her off of my fucking mind.
“She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the...”
- Why am I never satisfied?
- It’d be lovely to have a compooter again.
My blog’s looked like shit for months.
I can't wait to be a United States Marine.
usmc-oorah:
Roger that!
