When I am painted
in the colors of sadness
will you love me still?
You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It’s not overrated. There’s a reason for all those songs.
I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” It is cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic”! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it! That whole guilty pleasure thing is full of fucking shit.
But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.