I want a boy to write me a love song on drums. Full of nothing but brutality and blast beats and breakdowns and whatever the fuck else goes into drums. And I want him to set up his kit outside my bedroom window and play for me at 2am.
And i want a boy to buy me flowers. None of these roses. Roses are shit. I want flowers. Bright colourful beautiful flowers.
And i want a boy to call me beautiful not sexy. In fact I want a boy that calls me dude.
And i want a boy to take me to see the most ridiculously deathcore hardcore band on our first date.
And i want pizza and beer.
But mainly I just want the violent love song.
And i want a boy who will roll me cigarettes and pack me bongs and bring them to me for breakfast in bed.
With a jaimeson on the side.
And I want a boy who'll tie me up and fuck me to my heart's content with brutal music playing the background.
And I want a boy who's metal who will look perfect next to me and make me look perfect next to him. Who's dirty and sweaty and absolutely vulgar. Who won't be grossed out when i pee on his feet in the shower or when i wear the same clothes three days in a row.
A boy who I can wake up in the middle of the night and who'll know that's it margarita time without me having to a say a word.
A boy who'll sit in silence and watch the sun rise with me when we're too fucked up for words.
A boy who'll give me compliments and piercings for birthday presents.
A boy who doesn't believe in valentines day or anniversaries.
I want a boy who will love me as I am in all my pain and for all my pleasure.
A boy with manners. That makes me smile.
A boy who isn't too cool to let me smoke weed with his mates.
A boy who loves that I love vagina.
I want a boy who will watch dirty porn with me.
I want a boy who'll cook for me. Some times.
I want a boy who doesn't question that I go out braless and barefooted and in ripped clothes.
I want a boy that will never ask me to quit smoking. Never ever ask me to give up anything for him ever but who I'll want to for anyway.
I want a boy who lets me pretend that my slobbish ways are just being down to earth.
A boy who'll play dress ups and sex games with me and not make me feel embarrassed about my fantasies.
...
Where's my fucking love song?
And i want a boy to buy me flowers. None of these roses. Roses are shit. I want flowers. Bright colourful beautiful flowers.
And i want a boy to call me beautiful not sexy. In fact I want a boy that calls me dude.
And i want a boy to take me to see the most ridiculously deathcore hardcore band on our first date.
And i want pizza and beer.
But mainly I just want the violent love song.
And i want a boy who will roll me cigarettes and pack me bongs and bring them to me for breakfast in bed.
With a jaimeson on the side.
And I want a boy who'll tie me up and fuck me to my heart's content with brutal music playing the background.
And I want a boy who's metal who will look perfect next to me and make me look perfect next to him. Who's dirty and sweaty and absolutely vulgar. Who won't be grossed out when i pee on his feet in the shower or when i wear the same clothes three days in a row.
A boy who I can wake up in the middle of the night and who'll know that's it margarita time without me having to a say a word.
A boy who'll sit in silence and watch the sun rise with me when we're too fucked up for words.
A boy who'll give me compliments and piercings for birthday presents.
A boy who doesn't believe in valentines day or anniversaries.
I want a boy who will love me as I am in all my pain and for all my pleasure.
A boy with manners. That makes me smile.
A boy who isn't too cool to let me smoke weed with his mates.
A boy who loves that I love vagina.
I want a boy who will watch dirty porn with me.
I want a boy who'll cook for me. Some times.
I want a boy who doesn't question that I go out braless and barefooted and in ripped clothes.
I want a boy that will never ask me to quit smoking. Never ever ask me to give up anything for him ever but who I'll want to for anyway.
I want a boy who lets me pretend that my slobbish ways are just being down to earth.
A boy who'll play dress ups and sex games with me and not make me feel embarrassed about my fantasies.
...
Where's my fucking love song?
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damienherrera:
I wish you could say it was from you. . . it would have been a greater gift from such a Beauty!!!
teeman:
Just try to not to notice me while I do the sound checks 