it’s weekend again- like evey other week.

Hell of a party life. Or sumthin like that.


A piece of vomited chair on the doorstep next to your fathers EX. You hate your parents? Whhhooooo fucking hell, poor you. They loved you once.

Weather isn’t too good today. Just in case that you’re interested.

Saufkundschaft in der Stadt der Engel und erschrockenen Träume, düsteren Balladen und der Querschnittsgelämten Mary Jane.