If words are glass then i'd rather have them dug under my bare feet than in my fucking chest. As for you glass blower, keep blowing while it's hot; the air just gets thicker, duller, and has the most uninviting intentions surrounded in the faintest but most credible whim. Thats you, i knew you. I'd still rather walk on shards than be the one who spread a mess on the floor with the hopes of having a job poorly done flying mid-air so i still stick to not hearing a messaged bottle. no it's not you. hush now child.
Say Anything- John Cusack is a God, and you have
good taste
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Quizilla and yes i walked all the way from Natalias to my house.
Nati- we'll talk about the board later. just keep the message on the dl. lol