jueves, diciembre 6

It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters
And make fun of our exes,
It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight
To fall in love with strangers.
We're happy, free, confused and lone at the same time
It's miserable and magical
Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines, it's time.

(22 - Taylor Swift)

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