Dear Quartz,
June 2012
I’m such a selfish bastard… fuck it all, eh.
I just want to tell her things, discuss things that are on my mind… and she’s just not there. And I don’t know how to start, and it’s the first time I’ve actually wanted to talk about my problems.
And this is why I DON’T.
Play
I guess she settled, then.
These are the hands we're given
faux asian jesse.
- J: Curves like a REAL woman
- G: hmm
- J: Curvusu like-oo rearul woman desu
- G: dear lord..
- Benstudios: STRONUDOGGU!!!
Reblog this is if it is okay to come to you and just vent my heart out, cry to you, yell to you, or just chat with you. We are all in need of somebody to talk to.
