time means nothing.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
skittles, vodka passionfruit and music. like it.
"i still smell you on me sometimes"
"i can still taste you on my lips"
is that creepy or not?
i'm undecided.
frenchie thinks yes.
whipped like a motherbitch.
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