I'm Becca. 22. CT.
Anarchist. Atheist.
I love DIY anything.
I love puppies and kitties.
I paint horribly. I draw horrendously.
I like drinking heavily, social anarchism, getting tattooed, and talking to animals.
Blake Schwarzenbach is the closest thing to a deity that I have.
I hate writing about myself.

Blooming black, flower wine, slashed arms, and new cut smiles. Taller for the falling down, stronger now without you ‘round. The prophecies were realized when we gave them proper time. All truths come to light, after lies have had their right .And it’s hard without you, but it’s harder not to doubt you when you’re so polite. I’m too uptight. You’ve grown more beautiful since you took off. What can I do? I’m in love with you and it won’t stop. You’re the one I want. You’re the one I want. Cookie crumb and alcohol, crooked hands the band’s on hold. ‘Cause your shoulders make me old, your concerns, leave me cold. And it’s hard to leave you but it’s harder to believe you. Harder to believe you, when you smile crooked style. You’ve grown more beautiful since you took off.  What can I do? I’m in love with you… And I can’t stop. What’s best for everyone is bound to hurt somebody. What’s best for everyone is killing me. Let me down. Set me down. Let me down… Easy. Blood crushed from a clock. I’m in love but we just talk. And your teeth make me weak. And you’re keeping them from me.


sorry guys, it’s one of those nights where I’m gonna post jets to brazil lyrics all night and feel sorry for myself.

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  1. william-ryan said: you look pretty
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