therapy | m.c
when he woke up alone he had everything, a handful of moments he wished he could change, and a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade. copyright 2014 ©
when he woke up alone he had everything, a handful of moments he wished he could change, and a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade. copyright 2014 ©
"why do you hate our band so much arabella?" "because, they're rubbish, i'm just saying." copyright 2015 ©