Yup. Movin on out.

[rockettqween]

This week has been bittersweet and terrible. Naughty and nice. Enlightening and terrifying. Something sleeping has woken up. Time to go and time to stay. If this week were an illness, I'd be puking my guts out after sticking a finger down my throat.
I guess that means it'd be bulimia.

I am Jack's broken heart and raging hormones.

I want to nail Tori Amos to a St. Andrew's Cross right now. I don't know why.