billie in my ears
green tea tastes like metal.
the air tastes like it did in some old memories of mine that keep weaving in and out of my thoughts. something about pink hearts and bad poetry.
i am getting a bicycle for christmas for the first time since i was 9, and i am about equally excited.
the air tastes like it did in some old memories of mine that keep weaving in and out of my thoughts. something about pink hearts and bad poetry.
i am getting a bicycle for christmas for the first time since i was 9, and i am about equally excited.