lypophrenia;

≺ I was in the w i n t e r of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, d a n c i n g and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real h a p p y times..... var ref = (''+document.referrer+''); var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; document.write('