You know Vic, Mike, Tony, and Jaime are looking at all the reblogs and responses and thinking:
(via mexic0re-hoe)
I look up at the sky and I say live for the cancer, live for the wealthy,live for the drink that’s mixed with suicide. You’re changing me. Please, won’t you push me for the last time. I scream until there’s nothing left. So sick of bleeding, i don’t want this anymore The thought of you so…