What I Meant Was, You Looked Happier

People Need Other People To Feel Things For Them," She Said. "it Gets Lonely To Feel Things All By Yourself.

It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me. And I Don't Care.

Hunky Heroes, Rescuing Distressed Women, Captive Princesses, And Girls Without Wheels Since 1684. P. 450

This Is One Of My Favorite Things About The Underground: The Crashing Of The Cymbals, The Screeching Guitar Riffs, Music That Moves Into The Blood And Makes You Feel Hot And Wild And Alive.

It's A Miracle I Was Able To Get Out Of The House Today. It's A Miracle I'm Even Wearing Pants, A Double Miracle I Remembered To Wear Shoes.