And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
Your precious longface
And though our bones they may break, and our souls separate
- why the long face?
And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil
- why the long face?
Rosie rosie rosie
I do not have a plan
I find this quality in people disgusting
having a plan to not have a plan is not the way forward
i live in my own little world which consists of the beatles
compassionate gestures
and not paying attention at critical moments
the people who give a damn keep me happy
not content
happyOH ILYSSA LAYOUTS
