domingo, 6 de novembro de 2011
oh, november.
there are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
at the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
and a few more of your least favorite things.
BUILD GOD, THEN WE'LL TALK, panic! at the disco.
Isto sou apenas eu... ou está muito frio? D:
is it just me... or is it really cold? D:
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