Tomorrow I’m going to jam with some stranger in Evanston I meet online. If I die I want my vinyl collection to be melted down to make my coffin and be buried with it. SO IT IS WRITTEN!

I fell in love with her when she made me a mix tape about heartbreak and handjobs.
Althought,
at that point I would’ve fallen in love with her for anything.

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It was the last week of the month.
I would lick your hair and it would become cotton candy in my mouth
You took your shirt off with your back to me
You were proud of your mutilated breast
You were ashamed of the moles and acne on your back
I took my shirt off and pressed my chest to your spine
I didn’t place my hand above your empty womb.
I was ashamed that I couldn’t hold back my tears while you stood as strong as the floor boards beneath our feet.
Nails chipped into my flesh.
I should’ve worn thicker skin.

I dunno why but I made a Blingee of the girl of my dreams Charlyne Yi.