while i listen to cassandra, the beat playing.
my headband glistens & the sun creeps by.
i smell like nina ricci & my fabric lays upon my bed.
i wrap myself in it.
Nov 27, 2008
yours truly elle at 2:28 PM
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4 lalas:
i love the color of your room!!!
Really cute photos! :)
cute pictures!
I love the way the lace peeps over the top of your tank!
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