What the girls call . . . the girls call murder

[le_disordre]

"youre more dangerous than finders keepers
i want to tug on your heart strings like it's tug of war
youre good and youre bad like a cigarette in a treehouse or like something found in the sand:
i dont know where youve been but i want to put you in my mouth:
to see where you belong"

i leave for chicago in less than five hours.
oh my fucking god.