Love Life.

Looks like I’m headed toward solitude, again with no one to blame but myself.


Conscious Uncoupling is the new Divorce.

Avoiding sleep so I don’t have to dream


Traveling swallowing Dramamine
Feeling spaced breathing out listerine
I’d said what I’d said that I’d tell ya
And that you’d killed the better part of me
If you could just milk it for everything
I’ve said what I’d said and you know what I mean
But I still can’t focus on anything
We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves

(Source: zeroquels, via ariaserious)

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