Love is like a knife. Beautiful but deadly.

If practice makes perfect but nobody's perfect, then why practice?

I finally found my knight in shining armor...but it turns out he was just some guy wrapped in tin foil.

Break me.
Use me.
Screw me.
Abuse me.
I'll still love you.

This stupid feeling called love is too confusing
At the end of it all
It seems so amusing

[[NEVER]] give your entire heart to a boy.
Besides...if he **threw it away**, you wouldn't have any reason to :.live.:

If you can't understand my silence, how can you understand my words?