Grey

Welcome to my little corner of internet.

You found me so quit stalking now, Ace.



hey, lower case love.

song of the day/night: 
"i'm sorry for everything
oh, everything i've done
from the second that i was born it seems i had a loaded gun
and then i shot, shot, shot a hole through everything i loved."


won't go away still? fine.



now what? be my Damon or Nathan.



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