I just know there`s something dark in me and i hide it.I certainly don't talk about it,but it's there always,this Dark Passenger.And when he's driving,I feel alive,half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness.I don't fight him, I don't want to.
He's all I've got. Nothing else could love me, not even... especially not me.
Be bad so they won’t forget you!.
Posted at 12:38 on Wednesday 25 June 2014
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Reblogged from ivascuvlad / Originally by stockingssexy