"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."
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The Story of You and I #ToAllTheB...
I bare my heart, completely raw, on this unadorned pale pearl colored paper.
To the lover I will never get th...
Daisy
On Hold (thinking of redoing)
Everyone wanted a rose
But she was a daisy.
May contain mature content.