Setting fire to sleeping giants
Up until this point I though sadness was violent. Drinking blood and breathing fire violent. Tantrums resulting in bloody fists and broken glass violent. Vowing revenge as you’re dragged away in handcuffs violent. Enduring years of prison sex just to make a point violent.Quite the opposite is true. My phone hasn’t rang in days.
Labels: bad friends, bored, going crazy, uncontrollable urges
posted by El Chupacabra @ 1:57 PM
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