•3• ♥♥♥♥
Send me a •3• and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to your muse as a poem from mine:
You want me to come over I got an excuse.
Right from the start you were a thief.
And oh, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive.
Darling you're with me, always around me.
Oh, how about a round of applause.












