give me second, i need to get my story straight, my friends are in the bathroom, getting higher than the empire state.
my lover she’s a waiting for me, just across the bar, my seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking ‘bout a scar and-
*Jesus does the cup song at the Last Supper* You’re going to miss me when I’m gone.
The Story So Far | May.
My edit, not my photo.