I don’t know how, but I know it’s going to happen.
my willpower is complete and utter shit.
complete. and utter. shit.
For class and sophistication, wear lace lingerie, coal black eyeliner and a posture to kill. Never slouch, and never go out looking worse than you would if your worst enemy was paying a visit
Show me disloyalty, I’ll show you detachment.
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.