Aug 09
Oh, how seldom we belong, but how elegant our kiss. And we painted crooked lines, but we danced in perfect time, to a love so much refined, we know not what it is. So like the dullen wine we poor into a grief we’d known before, but never quite like this…
— Norma Jean // Memphis Will Be Laid To Rest
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Aug 09
There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad.
— Kurt Cobain
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