i feel like all three companions of dorothy combined in one- the heartless, brainless, gutless mess. when we talk you like to throw my name in there, even though its just us. i dont know how to take that. but this gutless, brainless, heartless mess feels lucky to even come across your mind. so thanks. thats it. good night. im not going to sleep..... but ill be quiet.
(p.s.ithinkiwoulddrivethroughthenighttoyou)
