ROBYN.

sick of these fucking lies. 

don't fall in love, kids. 

I'm not gonna hold you if you wanna go, and I'm not gonna make you feel love if you don't. I would rather learn what it feels like to burn than feel nothing at all. 

and you say I drink and I smoke and I talk too much.

times like this i wish my mind had a shift+delete

so like, i tried anal and i might have shit on the guy's dick woops

in which robyn dies of the most delightful heart attack. 

where'd you go? i miss you.

u are my lil sugarplum

happy.