Fuck! Why do I have to feel this way about you?
There should be a feature on Facebook that tells you how many times you’ve nervously checked that message you sent her.
The spiritual and the physical had been blended in us with a perfection that must remain incomprehensible to the matter-of-fact, crude, standard brained youngsters of today
Punk Rock House Party.
Have you ever seen a woman with a face so intriguing that you couldn’t help but stare at her deeply? Some line, some curl, some curve that won’t let you sleep. Pervasive, insidious, and unrelenting.