summer, in the city.
Wednesday, October 03, 2012 @ Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.


somebody told me.


thanksgiving
.fourth!Romance is the designer.
Inspiration from Exuvalia and mintypeach.