he’s at home. 
in his room.

probably watching porn of you. from the fall. It’s last call.

And you’re the last one leaving.
And you thought you could change the world, by opening your legs.
Well it isn’t very hard, try kicking them instead.

And you thought could change his mind.
By changing your perfume.
To the kind his mother wore. 

Oh god, Delilah, why.
I never met a more impossible girl. 

FUCK LOGIC. 

FUCK IT’S ENTIRE PURPOSE. DOES ANYONE EVER FIND TRUE CLARITY AND MEANING WITHIN THE CONFINES OF LOGIC? 

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK reason.

Where did reason ever get anyone anywhere?

I’m not even getting into this. but, FUCK LOGIC. 

 

thx for being a diary, tumblr. 

please. please, stop haunting my thoughts. 

Not you. You. 

Careless abandonment. 
I’m curious as to whether or not you can detect your own lies, lie detector.  

And this isn’t you. It’s him.  

One day, some day soon.