Forwarded from π¬πΊππ»πΎ πΆπΎ
Maybe in another universe, kids would fear the dark, not the sky.
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Pretty when we cry π
Lana Del Rey β The Other Woman
The other woman
Would always cry herself to sleep
Would always cry herself to sleep
Forwarded from β±
an apartment in new york and you'll never hear from me again
Pretty when we cry π
Lana Del Rey β You Can Be The Boss
You taste like the forth of July
Malt liquor on your breath, my ,my
Malt liquor on your breath, my ,my
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