Pencil sketchings and lip crashings
Sunday, July 17, 2011
The morning will come
"I thought you said you can't spend the whole night cuddled up, that you get claustro. You lie."
"And I thought you said you don't cuddle, ever."
You're the perfectest, most beautiful thing in the world to wake up to on a Sunday morning.
To wake up to, period.
coeur de pirate
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