I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.
He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac
Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.
I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.
You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.
It's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do