"everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness"

Saturday, October 8, 2011

-"You're not going to let me back in there are you? You've got your armour back on. That's that."

-"I have no armour left. You've stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me, whatever is left of me, whatever I am, I'm yours."

Posted by Taylor

Taylor: Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal.

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