my ashtray heart
22.7.09
Home is where you heart is
As she sat in traffic, surrounded by tall, grey buildings, she breathed happily. She was home.
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Pensei nisso enquanto tava dirigindo em São Paulo esses dias, short and random.
Sério, tudo que eu queria era ficar deitada fazendo nada com o André em um lugar quentinho. Pra quê morar nessa cidade tão fria? ¬¬
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Anonymous said...
i like
especially
porque foi pensado em SP
:)
July 25, 2009 at 8:12 PM
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i like
especially
porque foi pensado em SP
:)
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