Saturday, February 13, 2021



I want a trouble-maker for a lover;
blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame.

Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate.

Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.



I want a soul mate who can sit me down, 
shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. 

I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. 
And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. 
I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth.

I will do your windows.
I will care about your feelings. 
Just have something in there.

—Henry Rollins


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