I never felt so wicked as when I willed our love to die.
And I’m not going back into rags or in the hole and our bruises are coming but we will never fold.
(via wasteofpaint)
Via, wasteofpaint
And I’m not going back into rags or in the hole and our bruises are coming but we will never fold.
(via wasteofpaint)
Via, wasteofpaint