Could I be on MOC with these? Please, please Gibby.

Cemetaries are sexy. Let's go hold hands and wish everything away. We'll lay on carhoods and look into the skies and hope for something to make sense. It never will. But wishing never hurt anyone. I'm alone in a jazz filled existence though I shut it off and listen to Pete Yorn instead. I can't say I have a preference. Boys just make sense to me.

I'd fuck you if you let me touch your skinny wrists and taught me guitar. I draw a star tattoo on my hand because it's cheaper than getting the real thing. You want to pay for it. Go right ahead.

I need to be filled up. Will you help me?

Watching Evil Dead 2. You holding me while I hide beneath floral comforters waiting for the silence to be filled up.

What's sexy? Your breath in my ear filling up the void and making me care.

Jello shots and a boy like you. 
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