i don't think there could be a more man-like side without a girl to do the counterpart
so it's really all her fault, with her pretty face and her pretty walk and all.
only that man-like side got independent from her pretty self, now i'm boyish with my boy-friend
(not boyfriend, just boy who's a friend, asdsasda). it's fun thou. and on that subject, good.
keep it under control and you'll have yourself a great stress-releaser.
and i'm back at fourteen year old, daydreaming and all. only i'm not as stupid as i was.
part of the whole time machine thing. fun and harmless. and he really is so talented. mmmh hm.
...and when i'm lonely, cherry's there, and she plays along while i sing out my blues
i could be crying and you don't care, you won't call me back you're stubborn as a mule...
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uuh, me acordé.
de una vez que dijimos "te gustaría tener una máquina del tiempo ?" y vos dijiste "sí" y yo "para qué ?" "para volver a ver sus ojos verde-plateados una y otra vez" "ah, yo iba a decirte para ir a un recital de los Beatles, pero... jaja"
sé que no viene nada al tema, pero leí lo de la máquina y tuve como un flashback así re... flash.
qué te iba a decir...
ah, que me encantó lo que me pusiste (: hasta lo guardé por las dudas... quizá en algún momento futuro-no-tan-lejano necesite leerlo para darme fuerzas.
te quiero
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