Thursday, June 07, 2007

it's the little things that kill tearing at my brains again

once upon a time we were all very young and silly and scribbled things like "Gavin Rossdale is a god" on our notebooks in la classe de Francais. and there was a boy who looked quite like him and he was on the bus that parked next to mine. i hear he's still beautiful, only he takes photographs now making him even more so.

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