Walking To Get A Bagel, My Engine Lights On

Confessions of a Shopaholic (2009, dir. P.J. Hogan)

I throw up glass.

Adorned with wild untamed hair

Cracked nails picked raw

And while you devour my heart,

I am on my knees in front of you.

Looking up to you and praying for your love.

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everything looks like a nail when you've got a hammer and every song is actually about the character when they're on your mind 24/7

foreplay is someone putting a gun to my head and shooting my brains out

Look what I made. I’m thinking of turning it into a t shirt

daily affirmations

i am the unkillable faggot

i can exist in grocery stores

i have the shittiest music taste in any room

i have a gun

who up feeling like god stopped giving them grace years ago