December 2011
1 post
I’m starting to turn into that girl I hate listening to. The girl in my head who only comes out during lonely nights and cold mornings. The girl who wants to shoot any girl who thinks of you. The girl who beats herself up. But, baby to keep her caged, I think of you. I think of the way you danced with me in your own peculiar way even though you loathe dancing. I think of the fact that you...