<![CDATA[<body><script type="text/javascript">
function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) {
if(window.addEventListener) {
window.addEventListener('load',
function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false);
} else {
window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; });
}
}
</script>
<div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div>
<script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script>
<script type="text/javascript">
gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() {
if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) {
gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({
url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/14690577?origin\x3dhttp://victoriaaa-secret.blogspot.com',
where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"),
id: "navbar-iframe"
});
}
});
</script>]]>
FEAT.
vintage princess
victoria
veekee'vicky
zerotwo
sexy seventeen
city harvest
heard of my prettyface
IN-SEARCH
Thursday, March 30
10:02 PM
almost giving up on trying,
almost heading for a fall,
nd now im screaming,
i've gotta keep on fighting.
but then again,
it doesn't end.
- its easy t fall in love.
its never easy t fall out.
its never easy t back out.
its never easy t leave.
'thats what i've learn about love
every memory of looking out the back door,
i've the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.
it's hard to say it,
goodbye.
every memory of walking out the front door.
remember the old arcade
blew every dollar that we ever made
the cops hated us hangin' out
they say somebody went nd burned it down.
we used t listen t the radio.
nd sing along with every song we know.
we said someday we'd find out how it feels.
t sing t more than just the steering wheel.
'if i could relive those days,
i know the one thing that would never change.
looking back at our photograph,
everytime i look at it,
it makes me laugh.
everytime i look at it,
it makes me tear.
everytime i look at it,
it makes me wonder.
everytime i look at it,
it makes me confused.
everytime i look at it,
it makes me smile.
everytime i do it makes me.
