So...come and take away my want, it doesn't matter what I want. I hear lobotomies are free these days. I doubt now your gestures are sincere you goddamn piece of shit broken mirror. I don't know what I want or what I've got. What's free is yours, I don't care if you break my heart.
What's free is yours.
What's free is yours.
What's free is yours...
posted by Mariana Hernández at
10:05 PM
1 Comments:
jajajaja gracias Anais jajaja me reí mucho asi mucho, seguro que ayer soñamos cosas similares. Si, yo también creo que es el sentido de la vista el que se enaltece en el libro, el viernes te invito unos vinos en mi casa, pondre el queso y esa tabla con cosas que me enseñaste a poner allá, que dices?
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