Read It And Weap

I've got to spill my fucking guts somewhere,
it might as well be here.

If I Die Young

If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. ♥

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

12:32AM, 8/17/10.

Bitch, I'm fucking tired as hell.
I haven't wrote anything interesting in the last twenty-four hours, sorry!
But I am hitting the fucking sheets, brah.

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