January 2007
1 post
holde fra hverandre
I want to cut faces and stomachs open and step on unused balconies owned by people who don’t deserve it. I want to yell at people on the street, random hurtful things. Life’s too short for meaningless hang-outs and life’s too short for scars to heal properly. I need a monologue and I need captivating things to float around me and around my head and I deserve a man who isn’t...