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met de muts van Akash .
en het shirt van Sophie en mij.
PINK HAIR BITCHES!
On the background=my epical room, uglyest dress ever for 120 euros and a bmth poster
by Liza Catharina
hand in hand me ambrosia.
You've got the blood on your hands, I think it's my own
We can go down to the streets and follow the shores
Of all the people, we could be two
Then I bite my nails to the clip, run back home
You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own
All the animals come out at night
whores, skunk, pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies.
sick veal. - bernard herrmann
ey laar je ogen zijn stoned - thats how they look.
ey laar je neus is echt grappig - ja...
ey laar wrm heb je een du
so kids, don't listen to your parents 'cause parents can't teach us, all they ever left was a world in a mess.
indians blood ahzeghbeh.
props voor fotograaf antoinetta sigaretta ( Anton)
Let's play twister in our car
or under blue velvet with the plane and the star
after clumsy scrabble at the bar
when the end of summer is so far.
*even a moron could see im not pulling a duckface.