Burn Out Brighter

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Sky December. Navajo/Irish. 19. California.


Bullshit you fucking miss me
There I said it I guess I’ll talk to you in a few months
Sitting drunk on the sidewalk, I guess I’ll get up. I guess I’ll go for a walk

Brushed my shoes against the pavement

I swear this has gotta be the hundredth time I thought of you tonight
You weren’t the only one who thought of us that way
I spend most nights awake

(Source: magicsexpizza)