Can’t Adult Today | Get Yours Here

I remember crying over you, not just a couple of beads of tears. I remember gasping for air, beating my fist against my chest trying to rip my heart out. Trying to get the pain to stop. You should have skinned me alive instead, it probably would have hurt less.

(via morphine-and-cigarettes)

But can you feel my tears? 

Day 15

Day 15. Bartending locked up is strange. Oh well, here's to new experiences.

Problem is she doesn't know it...

Yes she does !!!😈❤😈❤😈❤

Where you at upstate let me breed your white wife I'm in the 845 hung and ready

We're in 315, but we don't play with strangers.