THIS IS WHY WE SING IN ITALIAN
you dirty aria, you
Friday, May 11, 2012
I like glass.
It's true, though, I really do like glass. It's so fragile when solid and can be whatever one wishes it to be. Glass is what abstract dreams are made of.
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