Taylor Writes: I LOVE

Sunday, October 13, 2013

I love burning feet and spaghetti-legs.

Give me the west coast of America.

TRMP

20 YRS

USA

My feet are constantly trying to catch up with my heart—ink fills all the space in between.

I am this and this and this and this.

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