jeudi 23 mai 2013
samedi 18 mai 2013
Big dreams, gangster Said you had to leave to start your life over I was like: "no please, stay here,"
Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
mardi 14 mai 2013
dimanche 12 mai 2013
dimanche 21 avril 2013
dimanche 7 avril 2013
jeudi 28 mars 2013
Ok, strike a pose..... Are we good? Oh, you're filming?! looool
With my boy <3
Face, lips,hand, chin, neck...smizing! -_-'
Trying our best to look good
Too funny
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