Artista novata, fotógrafa ñoña, guitarrista cutre, soñadora estelar, loca estúpida. No me culpes, miro la vida a través de un botellín de cerveza. Basketland.
“Rejoice despite the fact this world will hurt you And rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you And rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds Rejoice because you’re trying your best!” (x)
