The less prideful I am, the shittier I feel about myself. It never feels better to give in. I get this guilty, regretful sinking in my stomach when I do. It's like eating an entire cake to myself, with the frosting smeared all over my sad face. That's how it feels. But I can't help it either way.
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- Non-Believer
- Trip
- I'm Being Busy
- Grinding My Teeth
- Lemons
- Tug At Me
- Indecision and Apathy
- Inseperable, Again
- Inseperable, Again
- Fucking Mistake
- Gucci Mama Slaughters
- GET GRIMEY BITCH
- Like Daisies and Sunshine or Something
- Toga BITCH
- This. Makes Sense.
- Fuck Wid Everyone
- The Fucking Sultan
- 8 Eyes, Open Mouths, and Ace the Sultan
- Black Shan
- Nice Guys
- That Cool Guy
- Sexy Fine
- A Corona Bitch
- She Watches Me Groove
- Limbs and Angles and Shit
- Where am I?
- OASIS
- A Summary
- Coolest Cat from Louisiana
- St. Ace
- They Never Opened Again
- Professional Twurler
- Nietzsche's Favorite
- Faaaaaaaaaaaaaded
- Pompeii and shi
- Ye, The White People
- After This, My Eyes Never Opened Again
- Everyone and Barcelona
- Gray Hairs
- Token White Folk
- Boy Thcout
- The WINDOW IS OPEN
- Dem Teets
- Yager
- The Masked Ones
- Ugly Kids
- New Jacket?
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- Snaps
- LUDA
- The Final Countdown
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