A collection of the words I read, the lyrics I hear, and the visuals I see. Cliches, Slogans and Truisms.
I have used the death of my brother, my addictions, to reel in certain people to make them feel certain things for me, to use them for my own benefit, to sleep with them. That’s dark fucking shit, you know?
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I read a piece about Hutch and it makes me desperately sad.