sex, fuck, and fluorescent lighting a hollow point on an angry bullet we're on the teeth of a crocodile,
we're in the mouth of the gun
we're in the mouth of the gun
immikey:laceandhoney:(via thechocolatebrigade)
oh.my.god.
californa dreamin'
nostalgicdreams:silentsilhouette:
So, what’s your addiction? The pain, the emptiness, the high?
Maybe we all just want to feel alive.
So cut up your arms, restrict all your food, and take hit after hit after hit
Not a quote from ATL but I thought this was cute.
Dear Maria, I wanna fall so in love, with you and no one else. You’re dressed to kill. You’re a saint, you’re a queen and I’m just another boy without a crown. You’re giving me such a rush. Sit back, gotta catch my breath. Poppin’ champagne. Let’s drink to feelings of temptation. I’m wasted, wasting time. Would you cut me with your kiss? I bleed, red lips you’re unbelievable. The taste of your lips says we shouldn’t have met like this. But all I can think about is sex. I’m damned if I do you, damned if I don’t. So take my life. I’ll hand it to you. I hope like hell you’re waiting. Tell me do you feel me, listen can you hear it? Our time has come and we’ve got these big city dreams. This city was your city. I’m smiling at everything. ‘Cause there’s room for two six feet under the stars. Love, Your Secret Admirer ‘cause, I can keep a secret if you can keep me guessing.
