Album: Summer Sun
The perfect combination for me would be to take up concurrently a dance, a music, and a language course. So many things, so little time.
I want to get a frivolous white blacklight ink. A spiral of stars, on the inside of my right wrist. This would be prolly the fourth or fifth week running I've been thinking about it. Someone told me not to ("... think about future jobs!"), someone said go to "Go for it!"
Living dangerously and living recklessly: what a thin line.
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