.:evey: i know where the summer goes
.:evey: these are the hangover days
.:evey: bonde do rolê for the third time in toronto // i barely even sweat on the dancefloor
.:evey: board meeting
.:evey: i longboard
.:evey: plug it in (so i can digest you)
.:evey: the time it leaves you
.:evey: the wheat fields have nothing to say to me. and that is sad
.:evey: flying high
.:evey: Bonde do Rolê
.:evey: i feel alrite, so please don't get me rescued