Pining for the past, baby.
For backyard chills and serious late-night debates and sometimes sunrises but mostly just 4ams and mexican and thai and vietnamese and passionpop and whiskey and cigarettes and the best music mixes with like michael jackson or biggie totally halting the conversation for a minute... and for sticking one more goddamned thing to my wall.
Bold as love, baby.
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