*giggle*
final ends today. yay....
trees are green, sky is blue.
if heart is red, what color should love be?
ten, nine, eight... six days to go....
see you in town. ^^
B
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votre rêveur de jour, Beatrice
spring are the moments, like sparks between us. fireworks, can be center of attention, but it doesn't lasted. ocean, can read it as emotions, other times however it is as blank as a rock. chocolate, can be sweet can be bitter. fairy tale, don't always need a white horse and a prince.
your senseless blurbs
the side part whipped cream of a chocolate sundae. my fair share of love on decent indie music , fashion & everything vintage shall meet the sunlight of this medium
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