puuuuurge.

Its never going to be Just right.

i miss betsy.

How all occasions do inform against me and spur my dull revenge… Oh, from this time forth, my thoughts be bloody or nothing worth… If I must strike you dead, I will.

A hit!!!!! a very palpable hit!

Oh, Proud Death, what feast is toward in thine eternal cell?
Sweet Oblivion, open your arms!

LOVE

<3

Thatta boy Rush! you tell em'!

all those sluts can't have it both ways.

take that mssss. Fluke.

its really more of a speedbump of effort, not an actual barrier to entry, so fuck you.

plus the beautiful lie. ... um......

"if someone possesses absolute control over you - you're not really alive."

you don't remember.