“She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue.” - Atticus
Wrinkled linen and half tinted sunnies.
O wauw, het is prachtig. Vooral de tekst
Never run out of reasons to smile...
Dies mooi ^^
You can't fly unless you let yourself fall.
Die ken ik
Everything is quiet, except for all the voices in my head that say your name.
<3