July 2010
My best friend no matter whatever happens I swallow tears and breathe hair A bad break, we cry in each other arms When we meet When we kiss The lips burning, we hold hands I see you waking I see you naked Inside me a lunatic sings Always rushing, we run quickly Everything becomes smaller I scream louder I'm with a shell, going away
“I love to reload during a battle! There’s nothing like the feeling of slamming a long silver bullet into a well greased chamber.”
—Revolver Ocelot
this will totally make her a good person.
actually, she’s the only one i can stand.
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