published on: 2013-10-06 04:33:02
the sorrow seeps into my pores salty tears rip waves down the
Like if you’re seeing Daughter at the Troubadour on Tuesday?
pretty cold-hearted
i-am-not-over: Lunch was egg fried brown rice with stir fried
great. I'm gay.
isbelovesfreckles: “You are my dream.”