It Could Be Sweet, Humming Over a Glory Box from Strangers. Seven Months, We Carry On. Silence, Roads, Plastic, Machine Gun, they left us Numb. now give me that Nylon Smile for Sour Times are Over.
It Could Be Sweet, Humming Over a Glory Box from Strangers. Seven Months, We Carry On. Silence, Roads, Plastic, Machine Gun, they left us Numb. now give me that Nylon Smile for Sour Times are Over.
INDIRA LARASATI DEWI/18/INDONESIA
whimsical writer | peculiar photographer | front-seat singer | rain worshipper | monochromatic monster|
