I’ve done cocaine from nipple to neck in my own bed, off an ass cheek in a hotel room, with multiple people in a shower and I’ve done too much. I’ve learnt how shitty that can be. I learnt that lesson a long time ago but fuck me would I still do it again, once in a blue moon. Get a hotel room, get real naked and fucked up with someone, and not leave the room for days.
And make me lose control
And make me go insane
I wanna girl who does cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine!
Not a girl made of rubber
But someone who can make me feel how I wanna feel
And tell me all the things that I wanna hear
And make me lose control
And make me go insane
… Anyway, this girl I mentioned walks in, sort of unassuming, not as you’d expect for someone who’s definitely in the top 2 most beautiful girls I have ever met. I would never talk to her. What would we speak about? My new tattoo? Her nose ring? How long does that conversation last? No way I’m interesting enough to hold a conversation with this stunner. I think to myself she must spend her whole life getting by on looks alone but she fumbles in all quiet and alone and I think how weird that is to me…
(Source: tomhardyvariations)
If you believe that everyone has one person specifically designed for them and that, by fate, you will meet that person and for you, that person is me, I feel sorry for you.
(Someone on twitter - if you know who please let me know)