you promise, you promise you’re done but i can’t tell you from the drugs
I quit using psychedelics and all of my friends...
get new autumn/winter clothes cut them up in the spring = new summer clothes
walk with me | tritonal ft. cristina soto
and if i suddenly went blind would you still look in my eyes? what happens when i grow old and all my stories have been told? will your heart still race for me? or will it march to a new beat?