I’m not being funny but how on earth can you start to get a hangover at half 10 at night…
seriously body, what are you doing
Sex
The 1975
RIGHT
Fuck it, I’ve had enough of not having a phone.
TOMORROW I SHALL BUY A £10 PHONE FROM TESCO
But The Regrets Are Killing Me
American Football
Fools leave too soon
Built to fill roles
And fall standing alone again
Distant and dissatisfied
These four years
And how we say goodbye
To these four years
A long goodbye
With mixed emotions
Just fragments of another life
Not dead yet
But the regrets are killing me
But the regrets are killing me
But the regrets are killing me
But the regrets
why are depressing books so much better than other books?
I just want a story where everyone dies really horrible deaths and there’s lots of failed love and pain and misery and sadness
now that sounds like a good read
Swiss Alps by Sasipa Muennuch
