"That slow burn wait while it gets dark, bruising the sun.
I feel grown up with you in your car, I know it's dumb.
We've both got a million bad habits to kick, not sleeping is one.
We're biting our nails, you're biting my lip, I'm biting my tongue." - A World Alone, Lorde.
- your body is poetry - @Winxtter
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Story by Bhrenda Costa
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Miranda Prescott se considera uma garota normal. Uma simples estudante de arquitetura em uma cidade universit...