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Laura, Barcelona

When my hands begin to shake, when bitterness is all I taste and my car won't stop cause I cut the brakes, I hold on to a hope in my fate.
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Shall I kiss you and make this all go away? 


I know everything. I’m the devil. 


Self-doubt is a sure sign of sanity. 


We’re all going to be together in the dark, watching The Sign of the Cross, a movie full of fire, sex, and the death of Christians. What fun. 


It’s a madhouse, Doctor. What did you expect?