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.

29th October 2009

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Creep
Can you feel the pain
It’s inside of your head
What is love?
But pressure unfolding
Engraving butterflies in your stomach
The one you ate
The one you made fly
The day you killed my shame
To go through that again
You left me dead
Your dark green bed
Your white tube socks
And black mesh hoodie
Doing drugs
Being Chill
I miss you
Sometimes I wish
You missed me too

That Guy
Bleeding nostrils
Streaking me red
Don’t love the high
Know how to fly
Creeping up the ladder
Only to fall beneath the ground
Don’t love me
Just fuck me
Cruelly
Ruthlessly
Don’t hold me
Buy me death
And set it on fire
Inhale
Exhale
Relax
Fog
Sleep
Fall
Nap
Crash
Burn
Die