If you're just going to lose your place and wander, I thought,

 maybe someone could substitute...

well jesus christ that's a pretty face, the kind you'd find on someone I could save if they don't put me away, well, it'll be a miracle.

Nec possum tecum vivere, nec sine te.

(no puedo vivir contigo, ni sin ti)

Nice Guys Finish Last

Nice guys finish last.
You're running out of gas.
Your sympathy will get you left behind.
Sometimes you're at your best, when you feel the worst.
Do you feel washed up, like piss going down the drain

Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane.
I'm so fucking happy I could cry.
Every joke can have its truth and now the joke's on you.
I never knew you were such a funny guy.

Oh nice guys finish last, when you are the outcast.
Don't pat yourself on the back you might break your spine.

Living on command.
You're shaking lots of hands.
You're kissing up and bleeding all your trust, taking what you need.
Bite the hand that feeds.
You lose your memory and you got no shame.

'cause im stupid, sadistic, and suicidal, hard to accept but that's the whole idea

you’re on my mind, and the things that you say hurt me most of the time. but i’m sinking fast so it’s alright. i’ve tied my stomach in knots and I’m ready to know. i’ll put it on the line if you’d just give it a go. cause i wanna be the only one to hold you so close and so tight. and if it’s cool with you, i’d really love to spend the night.

I watched you get undressed I must have been bright red 'Cause I couldn't stand to face you 'Cause I liked what i saw

“I eat flowers. 
Because you are what you eat.
And I want to be beautiful.”

—

C.C.

kiss the demons out of my dreams

oh, baby, don’t you know i suffer?
oh, baby, can you hear me moan?
you caught me under false pretenses
how long before you let me go?

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me

“You think it’s cool to hate things. And it’s not. It’s boring. Talk about what you love and keep quiet about what you don’t.”

Oh, capitán, mi capitán.

(Message received on April 12 at 3:16 AM.)
(Hello? Are you there? Listening? I'm just trying to get in touch man. I've been so fucking, so fucking down lately. Like, I don't know what's happening. I'm just so tired all the time. Trying to sleep. I just, I just lay there quiet. Can't speak cause everyone around me is passed out. My fucking mind's raging. Uh, hello? I don't even know why I called. I think it, I think it might be time for me to leave. Just call it quits. I'm sick of this. It's the same fucking day, every day. I think I sleep, I can't be sure though. It's all the same now. Drink, drink, drink again. I'm tired man. I think it, you don't want to hear this. I'm a mess. I'm sorry man. I just don't know who to turn to. No one really hears me, you know? I speak, at least I think I speak, but no one hears me. I've said enough. Hello? Hello? I shouldn't have called.)
(Message deleted.)

It's hard
to describe a monster,
when all you can remember is
the way that he smelled...and
how nice it felt
to be in his arms.

 but I only speak the truth. and I’ll always bleed for you.