Monday, 31 January 2011

Runaway baby, before I put my spell on you. ♥

I'm bad news. Don't get yourself involved with me, because I'm bound to f*ck up.

what the actual f*ck?

I need you more then I've needed anything, ever.
Apart from food
or water
or maybe even oxygen
but I need you. please. I can't lose you.

No comments:

Post a Comment