beautiful things don’t ask for attention
Fuck you and fuck Christmas. You wonder why I never fucking do anything around here fuck you. Like I don’t feel bad enough on Christmas, like I don’t already have enough sympathy and pity for people on Christmas. I’m fucking sick of hearing you cry, I hope you realize that you still have a family….
Possible on Mars … hey hoe how bout me and you go to the Mars Bar. You don’t have to bring nothing but your pretty face.
This is my Jane - my candy - I want this girl speaking at my funeral -
The words they leave behind in the mouths of others