MJ. Vancouver. This blog is one part writing, one part television, and a whole lot of bleach. Sometimes I read and talk, but mostly I just stare at the wall.
"Why are you standing on the flowers, Breaveman?"
wait eagerly, because tonight I’m another man’s brand new queen.
why should I wait for love, if it comes as fast as he did?
he said, ‘wait. she’s with me. so send that other man walking with his two left feet’
now I hate my love, and now the other man’s floating in the dead man’s sea
and he’s floating face down because he’s a dead man, see?