High heels in her hands, swaying in the wind.
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
1:14pm
“Even if you think the flame has died, there's at least one lyric that'll hit that last hot spot, and then you'll find yourself as fuck*d as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see her again.”
John Mayer
Monday, 5 March 2012
Perfection is a blessing
Then she starts to cry, mascara running down her little bambi eyes.
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Choose your last words, this is the last time
I hate January.
You like your girls insane?
Love her.
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