El mundo tras las lentillas de Pocajontas.
Brown eyes and lungs are filled up with smoke, fast lives are stuck in the undertow.
lunes, 9 de enero de 2012
Sometimes it's like that midnight cigarette; there's nothing special about it, but you just love it.
Sundays hurt, Mondays are the worst.
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