march 6th, the day I was dumped on the phone while putting semi expensive highlighter on my face

melodias broke the spell

I was under

at chateau marmont

at the pool

even on a fucking horse

mache tinder an und die säure schiesst direkt in den magen. i puke

ich kotze ob so viel falschem optimismus,  

i dont want to judge whats in your heart. it just hurts that you dont want me