Off the top of my head, I can think of two people I’d want to give a one-way ticket to that coffin right now.
DESCRIPTION
Fair warning: this tumblelog will push all your emotional buttons, so read at your own risk.
I'm a 21-year-old hopeless romantic. Strings words together for a living. All-out lover. A deeply brooding soul. Occasionally a sentimental asshole. Friends love to call me emo boy. Whatever that means. Peyton's my goddess. And this is my shit.
Feeling emo today? Drop me a line or two. Maybe I can help.