Brand New Eyes Photoshoot

17 Again

She said: "I was seven and you were nine. I looked at you like the stars that shined in the sky, the pretty lights. And our daddies used to joke about the two of us, growing up and falling in love. And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes. And said oh my my my"

Salud Campeón.

Olvidar es engañarse a uno mismo

The very blackest kind of blasphemy

Try to forget love, cause love's forgotten me.