nobody can, so don't try to say that my mind's sick.
DECISIONS. HEART-BREAK. SMUDGED LIPSTICK. BLOCKED PHONE CALLS. A FEW TOO MANY BEERS. A PACK OF CIGARETTES. & A FUCKING ATTITUDE.
the time on your phone says it's time to go home, but the music says, "just one more song".
it's always the same. always ashamed story-telling.. and we just don't give a fuck.
i want to hold you close. skin pressed against me tight..
as i whisper in your ear, "i wanna fucking tear you apart".
12 days scarborough. 12 days.
TIP: details make the girls sweat.
7 COMMENT:
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didn't i use the same title a few weeks ago? =P
#1: uhhh.. ew.
j: maybe.. but my entry is still better. let's face it, botcho > jason au./ i commented on ur last post, why did you delete it?! asshole. & if you didn't delete it, well.. you're still gay./ ahaahahah.
hot.
YOU.
how did i miss this post?
dig the pink hair.
thanks, it's red faded. hahah
diiiggg
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