ok pierre, i got it, you’re hot. now can you let me breathe again?
Can anybody tell me why I'm lonely like a satellite?
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I really don’t know how I’ll sleep now, but… OH MY FUCKING GOD, PIERRE!
I can’t breathe.
(Source: fallfornewyork, via happywithmusic)
my body is ready
