Soñadores trepando nubes

viernes, 23 de diciembre de 2011

Good is better than perfect. Scrub till your fingers are bleeding. And I'm crying for things I tell others to 
do without crying. He used to go to his favorite bookstores and rip out his favorite pages, and stuff them into his breast pockets. The moon, to him, was a stranger.

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