Oh, the union of Wintana and Tumblr was a sight, worth dying for. The joining of his technological advantages, and her love of art was a sight, worth dying for. They dance to Whitesnake songs and fuck to Black Sabbath's Paranoid. Forget Barry White, we live in 1985.

16th October 2009

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Rgiht not wnorg.

Why can’t she read between the lines.
When it comes to listening to opinions other than her own
She melts
Completely Liquid
Nothing I can do to stop her from dictating my life
And no guilt for hope of mine
I’m not sublime.
I anything other
I’m this
I’m not her
I’m him
I love him
He loves me back
Thats enough
This is for her
I love him
I love him more than I notice or care for you
Or any other.