Hands are shaking and your lips are cracked. You swore (I heard you swear) that you were never coming back, but one more time. Just one more night and once again, you lost the fight.
Concrete Blonde
I am Victoria, hot coffee, traveling, ALL, learning, workaholic, comic books, love, video games, descendents, arizona tea, reading and writing, politics, conspiracy theories, contradictions, VANS, music, new places and new faces, liquor, carnivals, live shows, acoustic, art, english tea, food, galaxy bubbles, sarcasm, in-doors, parties, bad temper, bad timing, thinking games, and good times.
Enjoy.
