it’s really hard when you’re in a group of friends and each of them has their own “best friend” in the group.
I’m sick to death of being the heavy in everybody’s life.
I’m not the girl your mother warns you about. I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart. I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me. I’m not cold. I’m not reckless. I will love you more than anything. I will kiss you when you cry. I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.
That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.
I want alcohol so strong, that it burns your name out of my throat.
medicine // daughter
you’ve got a warm heart
you’ve got a beautiful brain
but it’s disintegrating
from all the medicine