Being an artist and meeting other artists
- Person: I'm an artist
- Me: Oh cool! How much do you cry???
"She got undressed for me but called it performance art. She made me sell my soul to pay rent in her heart. Her tongue lashed out more than it ever kissed. She won’t hold your hand because hers are always in fists. She only believes in God when she says his name in bed. She’s already planned out five different ways to leave you in her head. She’ll get her fix and then find something to get her higher. There must be some way to love a girl made out of fire."
For the girl who is hard to love [Part 1] (k.p.k)
