Gay men who think life only exists inside a bar are the saddest of creatures.
I thought that for two days. It got boring, and now I just drink at home with friends.
I don’t drink at the bar because I’m there alone and have to drive home. I drink alone at home
don’t you hate it when you keep trying to get someone off of your mind
but every little thing you see reminds you of them
jesus fucking christ
I still have not gotten library head this is completely unacceptable
Not a day goes by where I don’t think of you; a poison that I drank many moons ago, thinking that it was going to bring about a better tomorrow.