14 de mai. de 2009

ask me why and i'll die.

oh I didin't realize that you wrote poetry

I didn't realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry.
you're a flatulent pain in the arse.

but we cannot cling to the old dreams anymore...

se tu fosse contar quantas músicas dos smiths se encaixam com a merda que tu vive diariamente...ia dar uma discografia inteira. Amém, Morrissey.