This week.
Everynight.
A fine new romance
You make me feel like crystal castles sounds
Love bites
Bashings/ ghetto gate crashers
cold mornings
Cold feet
fresh air
not sure
Rain
Trance
Big step
Tequila
Not letting go of your hand till the morning
bells
green
Jazz records
go, gone, going
single
Phone calls from mum
and some madonna along the way
GETTING A BLACK BUNNY.
MISS MUM.
WANT INDIAN.
LOVE SARA FARREL. -saira feral-
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