March 2010
I've killed my world and I've killed my time
Oceanward and somber, slumber sleeping, Flowers in the water, but I’m just his daughter.
“A million hours left to think of you and think of that”
– The Con (via eitherwayyourewrong)
Back to where we met, Stayed inside, I was so upset . I cooked up a plan, So good except, I was all alone, You were all I had. Love you, You were all mine. Love me. I was yours, right? I was yours, right?
“Pot Kettle Black” by Tilly and the...
Dear Ramapo College of New Jersey,
choke and die.
Yours Truly, Skye
I dream every night that you're biting my wrists,
New Orleans and vampires I miss you like this, and I did.
