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

I LIKE LOVE:
Your strange sense of humor.
Your big, beautiful eyes.
Your soft hair.
Your amazing kisses.
Your warmth.
Your extreme intelligence.
Your ability to put up with me on a daily basis.
Your perverse mind.
Your mischevious smile.
The way you pick on me.
The random conversations we have.
The way you snore.
The awkward noises you make.
The burning touch of your fingertips against my skin.
How you know what's on my mind, before I even tell you.
Every single aspect of your being. <3

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