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 15, 2010

Your Love, Is My Drug

We're all addicted to something that makes us feel better.
Something that makes us happy when nothing else can.
For me, you are that addiction, you are my favorite drug.

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