God damn these killings are gorgeous
Holy shit, I can’t feel my legs. I guess that means it’s time to curl into bed with An Abundance of Katherines and then slumber.
I’ll kick tomorrow, Fight Back In The Pouring Rain!
She’s sick and she’s wrong
She’s young dirty blonde
And you sink inside her like a suicide bomb
He says “I’ve seen bigger”
She says “I’ve lit better”
And they throw the matches down into the glitter