Julia | 16 | just as sane as you are"
You got that medicine I need: fame, liquor, love. Give it to me slowly. Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. Me and God, we don't get along so now I sing. You got that medicine I need. Come, shoot it up, straight to the heart please. I don't really wanna know what's good for me. God's dead, I said: baby, that's alright with me."