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He's a badass...he must be, because when he pulls the poison from his lips he rips it out with two fingers and a thumb. His ash trays are empty. Litter walking badass...we're all so impressed.



Every bit is fake from tanning lotion to cologne. I hope i never have to smell you again. Memories make me nausious, but never enough to make me throw up like i wish i could- just to get you out of my system. I used to think regret didn't exist, but that was before i knew what i was capable of...



Pink, Jaymay, Kate Nash, Fiona Apple, Missy Higgins, and Adele- the phase of listening to strong willed women only. I call it my man-hate music and i would sprawl out on my floor letting the lyrics seap into my skin hoping that i could become the badass for once (but smoking never agreed with my lungs). So i practiced my "i don't give a shit what you think" expression in the mirror and slipped a black hoodie over my head.



i hope that someday i will be able to accept love. i hope that someday i will be able to trust. and i hope that SOMEDAY i will be able to write something that doesn't sound like i'm a bitter broken woman...cause i'll never be a badass...