For what I write is only my veins speaking, my heart pounding. Foolish and sometimes wise, I live on my words and my tunes, the air I breathe. My soul will be bared, but only as I know it, and I will write, sing and say much, but nothing more.
P.S. Half of the stuff on this blog is mine, created by me. But for the things I reblog/quote, I take no credit.
E. Chizuyi (via underthedarkmoon)