This etching tool made two holes in my bag
and stabbed me in the leg.
Bleeding for art~
I turn 22 in less than a month. Whatever.
This nyquil is making me superrr drowsy.
I want to wear sweaters, thick socks, and boots & drink mulled wine while listening to Red House Painters.
we could slip away
wouldn’t that be better?
me with nothing to say
and you in your autumn sweater
(Source: mixtapeconversation, via revolutionscummer)
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