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.
já somos duas, eu a desenhar mãos é de meter medo ;_;
ResponderEliminartank iu!
ResponderEliminarmadu <3 érica
estamos tão lamesssss