I’d be that girl, sitting on the subway train. A notepad tucked in her pocket with pages as fragile as rain. It’s all she was.
Her purple iPod, her untangled strands of hair, her pale cheeks, dusted with fallen wishes, an eyelash,and an eyelash, and an eyelash. And she was a blur.
Monday, March 15, 2010
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Constant Catwalk posted on 12:16 PM
i Heart! <3
alwasl-girl posted on 3:33 AM
cute kid <3
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