Ice creams
lillebror
take me away like an overdose of heroine
I wasn't born to follow neither is he
guilty pleasure
strip me
truth
the brightest star
dystopia
they only like you for the candy
spanish pistol
Norma Jeane
hjärtat får aldrig rynkor
the smell of your skin lingers on me now
ship
Caroline : You’re leaving again?
Tyler : I left for a reason, Caroline.
Caroline : Your explanation must have gotten lost in the mail, along with your goodbye.
Tyler : Well..[…]take care of yourself.