serialstranger:
You write such pretty words But life’s no story book Love’s an excuse to get hurt And to hurt “Do you like to hurt?” “I do! I do!” “Then hurt me.” Bright Eyes, Lover I Don’t Have To Love
You write such pretty words But life’s no story book Love’s an excuse to get hurt And to hurt “Do you like to hurt?” “I do! I do!” “Then hurt me.”
Bright Eyes, Lover I Don’t Have To Love