(Source: coffeepeople)
I heard you couldn’t get enough of me, so I went & CLONED myself.
Bring the drugs baby I can bring the pain.
I wish for unlimited wishes.
Stop talking about love.
& how it’s supposed to be. How it’s supposed to look & feel. I’m confused on whether it should be easy and warm like a summer breeze. Is it supposed to just fall together, & make perfect sense. Is it dark and mysterious? Full of hardships & mishaps, yet passionate and obsessive. One thing I know for sure, it’s unexpected.
LMAO dead.
Am I high yet?
