| We're a walking disaster. Walking the plank on a sinking ship. I love how much sense we fail to make. It has something to do with hapilly ever after. You're always so (un)serious. This is what you promised wouldn't happen. "When you're gone I will forget everything about you." |
Sunday, January 27, 2008
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i love how you weave fob through most of your stuff, realate it back to what you wrote.
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