rdewords

16 // http://ask.fm/gdwrites

I can never find the words to say, so instead I write them. 

Addictions: Marlboro Menthols, Grey Goose, Malibu, VI, the word "fuck", words, VI's eyes, Charles Bukowski, cult classics, flashing lights, Quentin Tarantino, my city, empty rooms, Kurt Cobain, subway rides, Death Cab for Cutie, my window ledge, Megadeth shirts, necklaces, rain, blue velvet journals, late nights, 6-song playlists, The National, smoky bars, our rooftop, my rooftop, rooftops

I'm damaged goods, in case you can't tell by my work. 

I'm trying to describe myself right now, but I can't. I can't flat out describe who I am, or what I'm like, because I don't know. But everything I write is a representation of who I am, or who I was, or who I want to be.

I'm 16, and life is crumbling around me, and I'm scared.