Shotgunned cans like flowers.
Drink yourself to death.
Watch you fall asleep alone,
pissing the bed.

Lock me up inside you where everything dies.
Haunting me like a ghost that’s never known a body.
You can’t have mine.

-The saddest Morty playlist to end all sad Morty playlists.
:: Art courtesy of www.tumblr.com/radishwine (RIP)

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