A fabulous new year for me has managed a big part of my accepting my performance as A- masochist B- cemented sand story teller. I think it’s pretty bitten off me, in a slimy way but I generally had a fog for a reason not to post here show a girl a bint of support. I love music which is an equation to Azealia Banks not as a logarithm equaliser but more importantly as a big pound dog who needs showers and free inter dimensional pheromones to feel like it’s an icon which generally means more to you I feel.
Love your ãrt. (I can’t believe language is such a Libra thiń)