fill me up again. Temporarily pacifying…”
Hell is ‘round the corner where I shelter isms and schisms.
We’re living in Helter Skelter, If you believe and deceive.
Your common sense says you will receive. Let me take you down the corridor,
My brain thinks bomb-like.. bomb-like.
I try to be a happy person..But people like to take huge dumps on my optimistic view of them aaaaaand i’m just here like “well, so much for being nice”
There’s a very dry, tougher outer layer and once you peel that away there’s like 50 more layers of fucked up beneath that.
Living like lovers,
Rolling like thunder, under the covers…
|—||Sir Elton John|
So, it’s summer. Which means scantily clad girls/women.
I’m from Aruba, and I recently moved to the Netherlands. This shit is not summer. ESTE SOL ES DE PANTAYA. (This sun is from a screen)
And what do you do when you move to Europe, if you had never known anything but blistering hot sun? You leave ALL your bikinis where they belong, in the sun.
i need kisses and attention and alcohol
I’ll make her fuck the band. I already know, seen her at my show. Bangin’ out “x.o”
…..One of those nights.
Music & lyrics written by Consuelo Velasquez of Mexico in 1941. According to Velasquez, the song was inspired by an aria from an opera by Enrique Granados, a…
A bailar son montuno/baladas…con las sillas.
It must be your face (WHOOwhoo) , or it’s your body….
If it ain’t your body then it must be your face.