why is love so confusing?
Like really why?
Why is it so hard for me to find my perfect boy?
I don’t get it?
It seems everyone has that perfect someone
That loves them
decaying//love
He finally saw what goes on
He sees into her mind & body
Sees how she works on the inside
Her thoughts, like bugs eating away at her
lobotomy.
She lays there motionless
Shes broken
Though it is not her body
It’s her mind and heart that they need to mend
But don’t worry about her
She will be
stereo[types]
A girl wakes up at an unknown house
Shakes off all the unknown bodies around her
Takes a drink of something unknown
And heads for a new unknown
vicodin song. -terra naomi
i love this songg.








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