It tears your apart.
It didn't match with the Iron Curtains.
sobs* Friend: Bad breakup Me: No. *wipes tears* My Instagram isn't working.
It's beer pressure.
You can feel his presents ...
That sounded a lot better in my head
A super-fish-oil wound
There's only two types of bodies: the free body and the black body.
Me: I love you.
A condom.
The Mediterranean Sea