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heart shaped box

maniasdoor

Published: Apr 27, 2009

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i'm wearing a nirvana shirt in this.
so the title fits.
yes.

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summernightangel

Apr 27, 2009

holyshitilovenirvana. i think heart shaped box was one of the first songs by them i fell in love with. i think i need a shirt like that ^^

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