Craving pink vibes: tattoos and leather

cigarettes and feathers,

champagne for breakfast and heroine for brunch

Freedom to love

nothing to hate

music is oxygen and dance is our faith

(It's 1976 and bureaucracy is a lie)

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His tar black soul was all her heart needed

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Abuse me, use me, shut up and do me,

I will never be the same.

Grab me, stab me, go on and have me,

I won't ever let them know your name

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​our blood is broken

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Irish coffee and cigarette smoke

horse tranquilizers, whiskey and coke

A damaged soul with a beautiful brain,

pills in the night, walking miles in the rain

Left with confusion and nowhere to flee

Just an illusion, a senseless fantasy.

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500 gummy bears and a bottle of chamagnge 

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I had the most amazing weekend with my sister in London. Slumber parties, uber eat, pedicures, fancy dinners, a ridiculous amount of champagnes and cocktails, taxis around town and of course an afterparty that went on until the morning. If there is a good way to turn 25, this was pretty close.

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I wanna drink mimosas in bed with you, make meatballs in our underwear while listening to Elvis and Placebo. You are the only one I'd burn for, the only thing that ever matters in the end.

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