october fifth at twelve fifty a.m.
and i know that i will become everything i hate eventually

this is/will/will always be hopeless.

we dance horribly, or at least i do.

i will never be able to come up with those words that hit your heart just right.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame