Thursday, October 25, 2012

live free

If anyone needs me, my little Libran feet will be resting on my bed while I lay sprawled on my back on the floor, smoky haze surrounding tiny fingers and Jezabels playing as loudly as possible. It smells like caramel and leather here (how fitting, my room would take on the same scent as a good Scotch) but the walls still need more, they always need more.

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