Posted by: trish on: 08:3:09.
Like sand on my hands, I try to pick as much as I can up to no avail. For both right and wrong reasons I try to pick up each grain.
There is no certainty whether the sun might decide to pull everything down with it, or if it will simply say goodnight. Everybody says it [...]
Posted by: trish on: 08:1:09.
CCC meks me huppee.
Goodbye, Princess D.
T is for trust.
Oh my God, I think I’ve actually lost the plot.
Oh my God, my brain is fried and my nerves are shot. + 1l.
– Mockingbird by Low Millions.
It’s too cheesy that I’m quoting pinche songs again.
