Are we just drinking buddies, playing with each other’s deapest vulnerability? That this is all we know? So this is how it’s gonna stay? I think I would rather remember how it was and go our separate ways. I don’t feel anything.
"Life’s a game, life’s a joke, fuck it why not go for broke? Trade in all your chips and learn how to be free. Why abstain? Why jump in line? We’re all living on borrowed time. Do what ya like, and like what ya do when ya do it, and if they don’t that’s fine fuck em!"
“She wasn’t happy, but then she wasn’t unhappy. She wasn’t anything. But I don’t believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing.”—John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley (via perfect)
Having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me It made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough