
this is why we can’t have nice things

we hadn’t seen each other in a month

i’m just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey

he was a moth to the flame, she was holding the matches WOOOAAAHHH

but no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity

i think her ever-present frown is a little troubling and

soon she’s gonna find stealing other people’s toys on the playground won’t make you many friends

**** she had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum

i never saw it coming, wouldn’t have suspected it

the story starts when it was hot and it was summer and

ballad of a homeschooled girl
all-american bitch
brutal

play seven
repeat back to december
skip call it what you want
afterglow, betty, the other side of the door

hello, mr. perfectly fine

mr. leaves me all alone, i fall apart