she goes stumbling
through her memories.
Friday, January 29, 2010
The ocean breathes salty, won’t you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul
And maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both grow old
Well, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
I hope so
(Modest Mouse)
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