my happy little ebening boy

i HATE having a cloaca

bolognese

oh, but the game is never over, now, is it?

something is going to happen today

holy brev

180 parts per bitch

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whee

all my yesterdays are a while ago

you can’t convince me that 2011 was a real year, you just can’t

sometimes things are not gr8, just gr7

he

ferry cool

magnet

all the best dreams happen when you are awake

fate let me slip from her unsteady hand: falling now, falling, but where will i land?

that vice grip of powerlessness that sends you to sleep because what else can you do?

i have managed to reserve the best seat in the house: the bed

no brakes, no handlebars, and look at me GOOOOO