fitrifarina.
I procrastinate. I take photographs. I draw. I dream big.

It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Sicken somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Sayin' that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

I'm through with doubt7:58 AM