I hate being the fifth wheel.
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- I hate being the fifth wheel.
- Why do I keep checking the search box to see if yo...
- decode
- captured
- just click the fucking link
- I am thankful for...
- When the music high bites you in the arse: I, for ...
- 3 randoms
- In the end, everything is just for shits and giggles.
- Jag hatar dig för att inte ge ett skit om mig.
- No title
- So tight. Cathy and I most definitely rubbed elbow...
- music & oxygen
- but kid, i'm a pilot
- lovers and dancers with worn out shoes
- when i think of baby geniuses, i think of...
- we've all been here before
- And they all yelled in unison: "Rejoice! There is ...
- ITTSK
- I've always wanted a hotdog baby...Christmas?
- technical difficulty
- Hardly Art
- Click image for song link!No one can see me like y...
- Solange::Stillness is the MoveSolange has got some...
- Ugly Sweater Party
- I saved up all my sunshine just to see you more cl...
- There is a time and place for everything, a start ...
- Nerves
- They are every-fucking-where!
- stupid sheets
- rest in peace.
- It's a heart attack that you feel.
- htaed
- potential
- your voice
- somebody said: "hey, slow down. wait for me."
- haiku
- For your ears
- ff/xx/hm
- I wish you'd call, but I know that you're out toni...
- TSA
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