terça-feira

there are all kind of blanks. you see, a little one here, two out there. they live in here. every morning i check, there's always fresh news - they're getting bigger and bigger. carefully, i try to hug them, try to catch them. but i can't, they don't let me. fucking stubbornness.

2 comentários:

  1. já somos duas, eu a desenhar mãos é de meter medo ;_;

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  2. tank iu!

    madu <3 érica

    estamos tão lamesssss

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