TanalastaLand
La tierra en mi cabeza.
28/1/16
Long Story Short
48.
We were BOTH afraid.
Somehow you made me think it was just me.
I'm no longer holding on to US.
I wish you could see me now.
Y te di todo lo que podía dar. Nunca iba a ser suficiente.
Long Story Short
47.
A couple of things I should've asked last night (before going home with you):
Would you like to dance?
How drunk are you?
Which kind of music do you like?
Do you like to travel?
How old are you?
Buenos días
20/1/16
Long Story Short
46.
I really fell in love with you
http://musichronicles.tumblr.com/post/137701153868/her-body-really-was-a-wonderland-the-kind-of-body
I'm a bad habit that you can't shake
Oh, I'm a hip swinger Oh,
I'm an earthquake
So lonely, so sad
So vicious, so mad
Poor me, poor me, poor me
Long Story Short
45.
The problem was that I didn't want any of this nor I knew how I got it.
I just want out.
Please leave me. Just leave me.
Because I wouldn't know how to leave you.
I wouldn't dare.
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