carelessnesskills:

I Hate Myself | Conversation With Dr. Seussicide

And she said: “Would you shoot me in the head?”
We shot the breeze and had malt liquor instead.
Passed out together in the shed or the bed - I don’t recall.

I said: “What better way to put myself in my place?
What better way to get out of this goddamn place?
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in this fucking place.
What better way to put myself in my place?”

She said: “Broken hearts are easy to hide.
Broken hearts are easy to ignore.
See, when you break your heart, nothing really breaks -
it’s just a figure of speach.
Look at me and look at you:
18 and dead - at 16 you were almost dead.
Just sleep with me in my bed
And don’t say those things you said.”

nympholibrarian:

Joyce Manor— Constant Headache

But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked,
It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough

Resurrectionists - Fuck Your Tolerance