Second chilly morning of new born winter. Sweaters, my friends, are like wearable sex.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart.
Second chilly morning of new born winter. Sweaters, my friends, are like wearable sex.
Typed by Nur R. at 8:14 PM
4 comments:
Me too!
youre like wearable sex?
:O
Yes. ;D
Wat u mean by wearable sex?
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