please. god.
god?
don’t let this be.
please. please.
amy. jesus amy, come on please please don’t let this. can’t believe this is.. no no. please, don’t. not now, not yet. come on. i don’t.
amy.
amy.
god fucking damn you god!
why?
RIP amy. RIP in your fuck-me pumps. RIP.
if u tattoo yrself u can’t get into jewish heaven amy.
why?
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!?
yr beauty was the beacon-y lighthouse of my spirit.
now i am lost.
in a hazy sea of posers.
i can’t.
can’t even think right now.
want 2 do all of the drugs in the world just to be with you in hell.
burn with you
together.
amy plz
let this be a hoax
plz be a twitter hoax.
yr my ghetto-skank UK fashion icon.
life is over.
life is nothing w/o u.
in my house on my bose speakers i will loop yr albums endlessly on max volume for the next year. bose surround u.
will cut myself a little in the tub in ode 2 u.
will let tears fall from my tear ducts into the soil of the earth.
will imagine yr face when i close my eyes. your giant eyelashes brush against my face. tickle me like crusty butterfly wings.
amy
RIP
amy, baby
R (IP).
