Cum down my throat.
C’mon anon, I’m tryna get some sleep, maybe in the morning.
June 2013
“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”
—Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter (via ink-taste)
There’s a fine line between being honest and being a cunt.
And that’s the end of that.
Why pick up where I started,
If I don’t know where I dropped it at.
I’ve accepted it’s gone
From my palm, like the drop of a hat
It’s all gone and it’s never coming back
But it’s okay. You can stay away
I think I’ll be alright;
I’ll live another day
Find another way, and try with all my might
But what can I say?
I’m bitter
Been this way since Winter
I wish I could let it go
No, but it grows dimmer
Lord knows I’m a sinner
The hold, it knows those whose hearts have turned cold
‘Cause of situational things and wounds un-sewn
And let this be known,
A new era is ahead
No rock will be left unturned
And nothing left unsaid;
I’d rather have no friends than call you one
That’s like taking away my knife but giving me a gun
And I’m sure to you, this is fun
Yeah, fuck his feelings, let me constantly remind him of what he’s done
Thanks, ‘preciate that
To be frank, mind your beeswax
Leave me alone
I don’t need that.
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There’s a fine line between being honest and being a cunt.
