I read somewhere, that people like me turn love, like the Russians turned democracy.
I think that both of these things are true.
I think she's terrible, but I couldn't love her more.


The girl who lived in the sun.Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in the sun. She spent her days shining beams of light down onto the earth, watching humanity like a daytime soap. One day she shined a light down and caught a glimpse of a boy. She stopped and watched a bit longer than usual, something about this boy was different. He seemed sadder than the rest of the boys, and the longer she watched she came to realize that anything he touched was destroyed.The girl who lived in the sun.
So the girl who lived in the sun began whispering to the boy who broke everything he touched. She told him, "Don't cry, I've been watching you". She said, "Don't cry,


Come find us.If war was a place you visited on weekends, and peace was 8 hours of quiet, what would love be?Come find us.
Where would we find it?
If an empty bottle wasn't a place to sleep or a way out. A cigarette would be a frustration, not a Pacifier. A long night would be a necessary part of growing up. A short day would be a waste of time. Minutes crawl by like days, and days pass by like not at all. Poison is a synonym for recreation. Son and Bastard both sound like decent things to be considered. We would wake up to the sound of a Dobro and a sad song. We would sleep the whole night throu
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" Wood" The breakfast of champions.
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Ink runs through my vains
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Bitches.
Cold Blooded.
Dead Branches.
Ghetto.
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Question: What are we?
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