I walked coldly between the two corridors. I lay coldly in the closed room; every cracked window is an accomplice compromised on a shallow life, but closed and suffocated and hot. I’m Just A Girl Who Loves Pigs Tumbler. I looked coldly at the usual gesture of the stranger; every word I speak is the hesitation of someone who forgets their own language. I want to return to the past in the old river, the green river, the black river, the lost river and have found it. Tonight I would like to stay up all night knowing that I am still alive and more alive than ever; tonight is the absolute night;
Or buy at: Gear
Homepage: Saleoffshirt
