the bottom left [right to you] corner of my lip is chapped. bloody hell.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 09:55
i want you to see, see around >> isolation is a window >> somehow i make you believe >> take your doubts down to the sea >> take all the time you may need >> wake up and hear the news >> we can't stop 'till we hit those heights >> rocking war on the waves of the season >> you'll feel better , you'll feel hope >> if i could get my legs to move
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 09:55
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