it’s not a silly little moment, it’s not the storm before the calm;
this is the deep and dying breath of, this love that we’ve been working on;
can’t seem to hold you like I want to so I can feel you in my arms.
we’re going down, and you can see it too;
we’re going down, and you know that we’re doomed;
my dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room.
I was the one you always dreamed of;
you were the one I tried to draw;
how dare you say it’s nothing to me?
baby, you’re the light I ever saw.
I’ll make the most of all the sadness;
you’ll be a bitch because you can;
you try to hit me just to hurt me so you leave me feeling dirty;
'cause you can't understand.
don’t you think we ought to know by now?
don’t you think we should have learned somehow?
someone who’s never met my mom, or anyone in our family, just donated $2,000 to her donation site for her spinal surgery. there are good, wonderful, kind people in this world… don’t let anyone tell you different.
there’s something exceptionally nice when you find out someone does the same thing that you do that you thought you were insane for doing and thought you were alone. it’s nice knowing I’m not alone.