you're doomed to want it, aren't you

[dugoutfromthedregs]

The way I feel about you is sun-dried dirt and the way you treat me is a torrential river. My sympathy drowns in your disgust. 

[dugoutfromthedregs]

[dugoutfromthedregs]

I pray that, for you, art is always the still-beating heart in the diseased cardiovascular system called a bad day.