michael fucksticks

the hopelessness and soreness of the way you cry into my arms as it hurts to speak but oh how i love you

future

i want you to look at me

i want to hear you breathe

perfect day (lou reed cover)

i don't want to feel like every minute is my last

hospital

you are stupid and yet i continue

red sky

THE WAY THE GUN STARES YOU IN THE FACE