xoxo
October 28, 2009
When the night comes, all cats become tigers and their claws on the rooftops scratch the moral backpack of inhibitants.
Such a shame when studs become zebras by night.
Kissing the world with my fingers crossed
When the night comes, all cats become tigers and their claws on the rooftops scratch the moral backpack of inhibitants.
Such a shame when studs become zebras by night.
