No one is sitting on her Bethesda balcony, listening to Tom Waits, drinking IPAs. No one ever once even had a thought of me – listening to Ryan Adams, drinking off the shame of having blown your best chances and still not wound up dead. The punishment is living – and I’d still swear all I said came true – all the hollowness, all the desperation. I think that knowing you fucked up so badly calls for celebration – let’s do unchilled shots of Jameson


~ by perfectionatrix on December 16, 2015.

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