(Source: little-blackbook, via brutalstyles)

home on a saturday night with all my doors locked up tight I won’t be thinkin’ about you, baby

the one you want

the one you need

please wait

to talk to you

im going through my old files and stuff and i came across a letter that i wrote to You. I never sent it..

Why?

Its got to be what almost 3-4 years now….

do you feel the same?

do I feel the same?

i do know that after reading it i remember the exact way i felt, what i was going through at the time, and the reason why i was writing it out and on my way to send it.

but i didnt…

what about now?

should i send it…

if i was going to send it then whats stopping me from sending it now.

i dont know

probably the same reason for why i didnt send it…

check your mailbox..

im in trouble
im an addict
im addicted to this girl
shes got my heart tied in a knot
and my stomach in a whirl,but
even worse i cant stop calling her
shes all i want n more…
i mean damn whats not to adore

i’ve been playing too much guitar
i’ve been listening to jazz
i called so many times i swear
shes going mad…
and that cellu-lerrr
will be the death of us
i swear,i swear
and,oh-a-oh -a-oh-a-oh
oooh,ooh ohh..
im running my mouth just like i got her
but i surely dont…
becauz shes so,a,oh,a,oh,a,oh
ROCK AND ROLL!!!
and out of my league,
is she out of my league
lets hope not.

unrelenting and exhausting

but I still love every minute of you

guess im a glutton for abuse as terrible as that sounds.

as long as its from you I dont care

um yes, i was about to ask you the very same thing

(via my-iron-heart)

has not what it desires