my hands smell and taste of fimo...
surely that's not good.
i wrote charlotte a poem to show her how much i love her but she might not share it.
weeksie and charl, i love you dearly.
- vontronic x
p.s i have to go and see angus, thongs and perfect snogging AGAIN tomorrow. i guess i can look forward to maccabees lovin' <33333
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