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. ♥

Sunday, August 29, 2010

I believe we write our own stories
and each time we think we know the end - we don't. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and in peace which comes from knowing you just can't know it all. I've come to realize life's funny that way, once you let go of the wheel, you might just end up exactly where you belong.

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