THEY DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT US!

det finns kärlek till vissa människor, och det går inte förklara i ord.
dagens ord: bad mothafucka; önskade jag hade en bad motherfucker plånbok.
-léonie aka mia wallace

A SCENIC WORLD WHERE THE SUNSETS ARE ALL BREATHTAKING//

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beirut and i fucked em all!

YO I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT!

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kommer ihåg att jag låg skrattande på golvet med finaste flickor och sjöng(skrek?) på fula låtar.
som vi kunde utantill, såklart.
ninetys bitchez.

SIX DAYS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN.

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the important stuff.

THIS HOUSE IS A CIRCUS!

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we passed insane?
a.k.a. life through a wineglass. (zu tief in das glas geschaut)

WELL I'M ON MY WAY, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING.

 

 

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and there should be music from the royal tenenbaums on a sunday.

NEEDLE IN THE HAY.

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d-d-do you wanna party with the bonaparte
and
helping the best girl in the world puke.

WHO FUCKED IT UP AND CALLED IT LOVE?



sundays are like cheese.
disgusting in both taste and smell. 

sundaydepressions sometimes include not getting ringed and feeling fucked up. and guilty, if homework not done.
but there always is a little light at the end of the tunnel! (i guess)

Välkommen till min nya blogg!


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