July 2012
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Bed.
A stiff drink before bed? I think… As it is already poured I know It wont make the memories go The wounds still bleed From your sown seed Oh how I hope this goes to head Let it sink Deep into everything that is in this hoard Let the poison course and kill Until I have my fill Let this action shift My heart and my mind let it form the necessary rift…
“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This...”
– Henry Rollins (via t-e-l-e-s-t-h-e-s-i-a)
“Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.”
– A.A. Milne (via mylittlebookofquotes)
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