January 2010
9 posts
I want a galaxy machine.
And the count down begins, 192 days to reach my goal and go.
And a-
You told me about two years too late but it still feels like knew news to me. Even though we have grown apart in distance and time, I feel you closer than ever. I now picture a suttle weakness to your, what I used to think, unbreakable charm. My head rushes with the thought I used to think when we used to walk together and how nieve I used to be, how simple-minded I was. Now to find out that you...
