In diamante stilettos i strut pavements with my favorite people in the universe. We wear thrift store tops and flared jeans, laughing in a semi-drunken haze. We waltz into a retro nightclub, music echoing through passageways. We become a blur as we line up in the chaos that is the bar, drinking as fast as we can, the alcohol corrupting my vision
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with the exchange of oceans for danceclubs
wow wow, i just loved this.
a great escape.. i'm adding you :)
add me back si vous plait
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