The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering,
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
God this shits good! Read it and the last a million times over!I can taste it, you know what I mean?Take care my dear, love you xx
Omg apologies, let me rephrase that -not shit!'god this art is good!'xx
Thanks a ton dear! It seriously means a lot to me. I knew what you meant. :P hey, stop being a stranger by the way.
it's poisonous and remedial all at once... that goddamn drug is potent.
This woooow, it strikes straight there where it needs to.Haven't forgotten your mail either, I'll try to answer you as fast as I can but right now I've had so little computer time that it has been impossible to write. Still love you and think of you a lot. Hang in there, it will be ok one day <3
I'll never be free of poison, it's just the way I am. Slowly I'm learning to adjust. / Avy http://MyMotherFuckedMickJagger.blogspot.com ♥