hey, i've never even been kissed. i probably am too. the first time i make out with a guy i'm gonna eat him alive or somethin.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
well, you put celebrities posters over your bed and you don't really know their personality that well. i dont put a poster of the guy i like over my bed... i think that would be kind of creepy.. plus i have a cathedral ceiling.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
I have pictures of my ex hanging on my wall of OLP, directly over my garbage can. That way, if anything falls off, I lose the pictures, and I don't care, because hey, she's my fucking ex.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
For Your Lungs Only wrote:I have pictures of my ex hanging on my wall of OLP, directly over my garbage can. That way, if anything falls off, I lose the pictures, and I don't care, because hey, she's my fucking ex.
I have a picture of my ex uploaded onto my old website... It made me feel sick that I still had it.
"I wrote on my palm before I went to have it read to see if she would read that too."- Mitch Hedberg
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know