she wasn't my first kiss, but she's the kiss that mattered, the kiss that made me realize I didn't want to kiss anyone else. now my lips belong to her. I mean, look at them. her name's written all over them.
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elmstreets
Nov 27, 2016 07:21AM
I've been writing a lot lately and I'm not sure if I should post any of it at all :( idk if it's any goodПосмотреть все беседы
Истории от автора chloë
the ballad of me and my brain
where would I be if I was my brain?
robbers / matty healy
when she gets his gun, he's begging
"babe, stay stay"
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obviously I don't own the lyrics or anyth...
