I feel so alone when you're with me

And I dream too much and I don't write enough

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

We are more than just teenagers, we are misfits with greater purpose

He loves being fucked up more than he loves being in love,
And I love being fucked up on love more than I love being just, fucked up.


F U C K Y O U
                            substance.
Posted by Susan Atkins at 11:56 PM
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