I wouldn’t mind living like this, a small little place that over looks the city. I could play records, drink tea, paint on Sundays, read books sprawled out on the ground and romance men way out of my league. That’d be nice.
I wouldn’t mind living like this, a small little place that over looks the city. I could play records, drink tea, paint on Sundays, read books sprawled out on the ground and romance men way out of my league. That’d be nice.
