blurrymelancholy: That perfect girl is gone. Here I stand in the light of day. Let the storm rage on! The cold never bothered me anyway.
blurrymelancholy: That perfect girl is gone. Here I stand in the light of day. Let the storm rage on! The cold never bothered me anyway.
blurrymelancholy: That perfect girl is gone. Here I stand in the light of day. Let the storm rage on! The cold never bothered me anyway.
