February 2011
New Dawn Fades
A change of speed, a change of style. A change of scene, with no regrets, A chance to watch, admire the distance, Still occupied, though you forget. Different colors, different shades, Over each mistakes were made. I took the blame. Directionless so plain to see, A loaded gun won’t set you free. So you say. We’ll share a drink and step outside, An angry voice and one who cried,...
January 2011
there's something about red heads that i like.
fuck really?
festival passes for coachella sold out already?
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fuck me;
pisskilla asked: RADIO
so..
i’m 17, finally.
