God, I can’t stop writing in my fucking Metallic Notebook. LOL W/ this marker that’s white, then changes I’m like, A fucking Beat Poet on Drugs, I can’t stop writing in my fucking Metallic Notebook
You know what I Love, You get right in that spot where tomorrow and yesterday and today are te same and, Like, my Boyfriend could have Pissed in my fucking Backpack, and I still wouldn’t wash it…
I was on Acid, and I was like opened that tablet up and it was like Move to Midtown! ! !
So, I moved to Midtown and it was Awesome.
So Lucy Loud came in today and she stopped drinking, so Steves, Angie Steves, God, it’s probably Angie Steves hyphen Something else Now she would come in and get the stpuidest Shit
Floop the Coop
Breaking off from my Family is the Best Thing I could do for Myself. Right now, at Least- I don’t really think they get me.
Gertrude said, ‘I don’t look like that.’ And Picasso replied, ‘You will.’ And he was right.”
Nostalgic Lip Color
Heads or Tails, I’ve missed You Too A Box of Cigarettes Flying through the Air Heads or Tails, Heads, Give me Heads Packing the Box of 20 Camel, I’d Walk a Mile for a Camel Box of Twenty Cigarettes
Leave me Alone, I Pray For You Stupid, I am grey and Gay Love For You, If you can’t Keep Up Song— I will still like you Eat, Every Time I was in L.A., It was with Me, My ex-girlfriend Pray for Me These are my Confessions
If I’m gonna tell it, then I gotta tell it all It’s gone be the hardest thing that I had ever had to do
****Shit, Man You could Come
Call me on the P****hone, You’re Buggin me Open Up your Mouth
Hey, All these broken cigarettes remind me of this song I heard earlier It was not a country Song No, Hey
How long does one meditate on suicide before they spontaneously kill themselves + everyone they know.