Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of h e r o?
next week is christmas
friend: i’m getting mcdonalds you want anything?
me: i don’t have money
friend: it’s all good, i’ll pay
me:
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It all just disappears doesn’t it? Everything you are, like breath on a mirror.
And know I end this with this beautiful picture of a lake o and biscuts are best it's butler Mohican
"I was told in the last convention I did that a gentleman had to walk out because my language is very "unladylike" (x)