Do you remember the police men and me?
I begged them to hand cuff me
Fuck them, they’ll die anyway. Blow the smoke into their disgusting little faces
Only just got on the bus. I feel fractured
I am mould
A song run of guilty of love, aerodynamic, layla and the bubble song-my ipod clearly has got your intoxication. It will become addicted like the rest of us.
Round part, inside, upstairs
His royal highnesses
I am making frittata and listening to the kinks
Just know that I heart you and can’t wait
L’amico e uno che sa tutto di te e nonostante questo gli piaci
Wish you were coming tonight. Big, awkward, unwanted hug
Spot on
Triple disappointment
Bitch
What drugs are you on, exactly?