Better to be hated than loved for what you’re not.
All we know is distance,
we’re close and then we run.
true shit.
(Source: brotips)
Mardi Gras, New Orleans, 2012.
And the bible didn’t mention us,
not even once.
I hate what you did to me.
I have never felt so
fucking sick in my entire life. Dear lord. Thank you, Tulane.
The persistence of memories.
Ever have someone do something so horrible to you that you feel disgusting whenever you think about or look at yourself?
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