I must be humbled, I must be reserved. I must await quietly in my solitude for my calm. I must not steep or falter to a level of depression or vengeful foolishness, I must retain the honor in which I am infinitely graceful. And that I do this with admitted difficulty has me all the more proud of my continual accomplishments in mercy and in love, for every day I can live in feat.

I represent the broken hearted, the cheated on and the exploited. I represent the champions of love, who despite all opportunities to become a prisoner to insecurity and hate, prevail with love still. For true love conquers, and it is true of which noone can take my love away from me.

i miss my boobz D:

takes no responsibility for what she has or hasnt done in the events of which romance is the context. 

slightly bemused by the total rejection

you win some, you lose some. you lose mostly.

no pills from the doctor

no drugs from the store

could help me forget

the one i adore . </3

“Tiny truckstop; you lay me in a towel and savor me like a lamb. 

You smell of corduroy and lemon drops and reds pulled from a can. 

I dream in black and white, I’ve long forgot exactly, who I am.”

Spiderman ‘79 - Veruca Salt