Helicopters
"...And how your heatwave ran
through our snow black fields"
through our snow black fields"
I have all the rights to complain and whine and bitch here till my fingers [or teeth] fell right off, just not the will.
My dad actually turned on the heater this morning, and they made coffee. Rare morning that I don't want to get enough of.
-My dad actually turned on the heater this morning, and they made coffee. Rare morning that I don't want to get enough of.
I never want to fucking talk about anything.
WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS
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