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Fluorescent Adolescent

19. Eastern Europe.
An author, human being.

Little girl, little girl, why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul your heart is dying?
Little one, little one, your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades your blood is surging

Runaway
From the river to the street and find yourself with your face in the gutter
You’re a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home when you got no place to go

Little girl, little girl, your life is calling
The charlatans and saints of your abandon
Little one, little one, the sky is falling
Your lifeboat of deception is now sailing
In the wake all the way no rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason

Little girl, little girl, you’re dirty liar
You’re just a junkie preaching to the choir

The traces of blood always follow you home like the mascara tears from your getaway
You’re walking with blisters and running with shears
So unholy sister of grace!






i wish i could sing like an angel ◕‿◕

i wish i could sing like an angel ◕‿◕


My mom taught me one thing:
You don’t always have to tell people you love them. You just have to give them no reason to doubt it.
-irishjulienne’s, saying i love you is not a habit (via perfect)

  • mom:  did you get home safe?
  • me:  no i died a few times








le-vide:

Don’t forget to take your meds, kids.

le-vide:

Don’t forget to take your meds, kids.