She’ll leave you on a cold night, and you’ll never feel more alone. She’ll leave you after a fistfight, after your words have left each other looking like fallen soldiers of war. She’ll leave you empty. Empty fridge, empty bed, empty stomach. Empty.
happy birthday marquise
yes, at one point in my life I thought it would be a good idea to go blonde #tbt
dinner last night with my folks
it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas #coltstree
sunset on the ohio