you were a memory of a boy that I never knew. or rather, a stranger in my phone book that I acted like I knew.
and so it all began at quarter past three.
credit to Arctic monkeys. [diary entries of Luna Amato]
you were a memory of a boy that I never knew. or rather, a stranger in my phone book that I acted like I knew.
and so it all began at quarter past three.
credit to Arctic monkeys. [diary entries of Luna Amato]