granted. now she does, and you suddenly realise you don't like her. at all. and she's really very annoying.
i wish that i could find a pen that writes well on the back of my hand.
granted. now she does, and you suddenly realise you don't like her. at all. and she's really very annoying.
i wish that i could find a pen that writes well on the back of my hand.
if finding love is just a dance, proximity and chance, you will excuse me if i skip the masquerade