Dylan: “I wanna be one of the guys who rips off a guy’s face and, like, gets shot eight times and still survives and then they only find weed in my system.” (x)
Yes, yes it does. Yer stuck with me now, mate.
What this basically means, tho, is that we’ll sometimes reblog things from each other and never ever talk. Which is still more than what I do with my irl friends, so…
There’s a hole in my soul
I can’t fill it, I can’t fill it
"Building a dream from your memory is the easiest way to lose your grasp on what’s real and what is a dream."