This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face
smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction.
Hush baby. Speak softly. Tell me: “I’ll be sorry that you
pushed me into the coffee table last night, so I can push you off me!”.

Try and touch me, so I can scream at you not to touch me!
Run out the room and I’ll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby, without you, I’m nothing, I’m so lost, hug me!
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you’ll always love me!

Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
destructive path that we’re on, two psychopaths but we
know that no matter, how many knives we put in each other’s backs,
that we’ll have each other’s backs, ‘cause we’re that lucky.

Together, we move mountains, let’s not make mountains out of molehills,
you hit me twice, yeah, but who’s countin’?!
I may have hit you three times, I’m startin’ to lose count…

(Source: s-i-c)


˜☹ on We Heart It.

Two little Italian girls stand amidst the ruins of the village of Gessopalena following a battle between German and Allied forces. The town was situated near the front lines of the Italian Campaign and liberated by the Allies. Gessopalena, Chieti, Abruzzo, Italy. 16 December 1943. Image taken by George Kaye.
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