anahenrique: I orchestrate my mornings to the tune of coffee. ~Harry Mahtar
anahenrique: tea time
anahenrique: And I love her so, I wouldn't trade her for gold ~Interference
anahenrique: it tickles!
anahenrique: we, ghosts
anahenrique: lets fly, lets fly away
anahenrique: Paris em pretoebranco
anahenrique: to shoot yourself shooting
anahenrique: Hastings
anahenrique: Hastings
anahenrique: in the distance
anahenrique: A world that's ending
anahenrique: You should know (you should know)
anahenrique: I tried to get to you
anahenrique: The loneliest tree
anahenrique: "era uma