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sit and stare at you

Jadite

Published: Aug 9, 2011

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_{i made a graphic for darla, avalon, and blake <3
blake needs to up his game, or he'll never get darla back </3
they're so tragic.

darla (c) ME
blake (c)
avalon (c)
mountains: [link]
model (darla): [link]
james jumpsuit.
rick dejesus.
flower brush: [link]
glitter brush: [link]
fall to pieces by avril lavigne

this could be better T.T
the lyrics look all screwy}