is almost complete. Travie follows me on instagram. I love you.
In a constant battle with what I want now, later, and never…..
Pulling out every selfish card you got…
It’s not fair to you. It’s not what you want. It’s not what you need. It’s not going to change.
You were ok til you spoke.
Tell me I can’t have something and I’ll show you I can.
If only our tongues were made of glass, how much more careful would we be when we speak.