wretch-x

let's end this pathetic war. we'll sew our hands together and swear to god and love and everything that we will never touch anyone again. our worthless hope, our blissful depression; everything is lost in the battle. our hearts are casualties thrown in shallow graves, but our minds are still alive and won't let us give a shit.

No, Henry, she said. No, not tonight. Henry was just a hopeful, another boy picked up because he had... something and again carefully misplaced because that something wasn't enough. His sea green eyes and (fake) leather jacket, his slight accent that could only be placed as from somewhere between New York and Texas. But Henry was different because Henry wouldn't let go. What is wrong with you? Am I not cool enough for your fuck-up friends now? Henry was always the first one to scream. Am I not good enough for you now? Yeah. Whatever you want to believe, Henry. She lit another cigarette while Henry waited, because he knew there had to be mo