And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Saturday, April 24
It fucking pisses me off when I'm blamed for mistakes which are by no means my fault.
Fuck this shit. I'm too self-righteous to take things lying down. If it's my fault, I'll readily admit it & apologise. But it just wasn't.