lamariposa
Sometime I feel like an object. I feel a lot like a vase. Like I'm out of glass. It's not hard to break and oversee me but it's hard to fix and see me as something that has a function, a reason why it is what it is.
I do not ever be an object. I do not want to belong to someone.
Except you!
no time for cooking. turn on the oven and put some fries in it. high-cuisine.