don't want to have to go through turmoil again. i'm dead beattt.
jo was singing it in all tunes and tones and -insert music jargon-, and this was the song.
eyes on you,
eyes on me.
and every heart in the room will melt
this is a feeling i've never felt.
french place with the vespaaaa ^^v |
♥,♥
|
abi and her food fetishes. |
thanks for wonderful friendzzzzzz, Lord. ☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻/
i also shared harcore regular 10' stuffed crust pizza with ong jodi, because we can enjoy ourselves in that way.
'dinnered' with b∞bs at t3!!!!!! wanna love the airport more. skytrain and slideee.
then dad got back from bhutan which is the most amazingest place with a happiness index which seems to make much more sense than the gross domestic product (gross iorgjwioejfn)
and they're environmentally friendly and use paper paper paper bags.
"how come they line their clothes outside?"
"that's not their clothes, that's the prayer cloth"
"oh ok"
idk la i've been thinking. just thinking.
fxcx thoughts.
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