December 2010
25 posts
There's a lit cigarette
in the hand of my new angel. He’s blowing smoke like halos, and now everybody wants him but I shouldn’t even bother. Because you made me so complete dear, but you left me so alone here. Hang a noose for my new sinner, somewhere everyone can see it. Won’t you beg me, and then tell me how to love you like anybody else would? I know you’re risking failure, go run for cover...
“I just need to know to that someone out there listens and understands and...”
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via adventuresofaweirdo)