Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you.
you’ll sit alone forever if you wait for the right time — what are you hoping for?
...I am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth.
And I am coming home to you if it’s the last thing that I do.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map