‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝓒𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒.

that's all any of us are in the end, stories.

that's all any of us are in the end, stories.

homesick. and not sure where home is.

mother, mother, mother, won’t you come show me the way .ᐣ

mother, mother, mother, won’t you come show me the way .ᐣ

i, myself, am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

⠀ this ain’t looking good for you, i can tell ya that ⠀

I'm sure there are plenty of guys who —

WHERE'S MY FUCKING GUN .

Watch your tone. 🙄