Faction Before Blood.

How Is It I Know This Little About The Boy Who Says He Loves Me-

You Chose Us. Now We Have To Choose You.

Guilt [is] A Tool, Rather Than A Weapon Against The Self.

His Hands Skim My Bare Arms. “just Bounce A Little When You Walk,” He Says, Kissing My Forehead, “and Pretend You’re Afraid Of Their Guns” —another Kiss Between My Eyebrows— “and Act Like The Shrinking Violet You Could Never Be ”—a Kiss On My Cheek— “and You’ll Be Fine.

You Always Look Like Someone's Sucked The Life Right Out Of You When Something Fascinates You. -tris