Atychiphobia? Never
June 2010
May 2010
“I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing
about girls. Every time they do something pretty…you fall half in love with
them, and then you never know where the hell you are.” —
about girls. Every time they do something pretty…you fall half in love with
them, and then you never know where the hell you are.” —
“Even if you think the flame has died, there’s at least one lyric that’ll hit that last hot spot, and then you’ll find yourself as fucked as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see him again.”
in all my spite I’ll turn it off
