puttingdescartesbeforethehorse:
I wish I had a bullet fucking big enough to kill the sun. I’m sick of songs about the summer, and I hate everyone.
Ask me anything
Mimi. NJ/NYC.
puttingdescartesbeforethehorse:
I wish I had a bullet fucking big enough to kill the sun. I’m sick of songs about the summer, and I hate everyone.