March 2011
yourmistake:
I’d walk through hell for you Let it burn right through my shoes These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you Let the torturing ensue My soul is useless without you
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So I’ll learn guitar for you; I thought I’d play you Sour Milk until my fingers were so rigid with cold I couldn’t play anymore. A few humble melodies and we could sing along all night. You could sing them for me because you’d know how much I love to hear the sound of your voice.
We’d sleep in and you’d skip practice and I’d call in sick to work for the...
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“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance...”
– Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (via mermaidtails-)
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