florideiulie

 She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand She is paranoid like endangered species headed into extinction She is one of a kind, well, she's the last of the American girls She wears her overcoat for the coming of the nuclear winter She is riding her bike like a fugitive of critical mass She's on a hunger strike for the ones who won't make it for dinner She makes enough to survive for a holiday of the working class She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated She won't cooperate, well, she's the last of the American girls She plays her vinyl reco

 gone to France-Paris for 2 weeks. be back soon. xo :heart::heart:

 The Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad?      Alice: I`m afraid so, you`re entirely bonkers. But I`ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.