i can explain.sipping green tea maniacally throughout algebra 2 can't even focus on whatever the hell it is we're doing-cube root whatever because holy shit I've got an appointment with the doctor in EXACTLY one month which according to the google search should be enough time to get clean if I drink so much water that I can't go 15 minutes without peeingi can explain.
what is hopefully all the THC inside of me out I mean, it better be 'cause god knows mom's suspicious, she's gonna get me tested “while we're at it” I can just see the conversation now all I just wanted to try it! and her all I understand your ne
under the flannelsilk blanket, the color of zucchini skinunder the flannel
slides elegantly over the softened forms of us both the sheen rising at every sleepy contour My flannel sheets of evergreen are warmed by his limp form curling around me imposing but i like it bangs dance on my forehead nose flinching as air from his parted lips
plays with my hair but i don't move
wracked by a shiver, and pulled closer, his arms encircle another woman but i don't mind i'm small, wrapped in his limbs
his full pale mouth in the
arcing curve of my neck
in a hallwayThe goosebumps contract on your skin, and you know your flesh will stay together How strange, you say as your eyes trace modestly a belligerent sun that refuses to keep its promise but then, you always thought that stars must shiver, so cold and far away what is science, when this manin a hallway
can walk on water? when his words echo
in your mind, yet no caves are to be found? he seems to be able to slip to night itself, from existence to nothing
but light that meanders the darkened streets
you thought no one could travel he steps with purpose
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"How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?"
Woody Allen
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"You know, I'm sick of following my dreams, man. I'm just going to ask where they're going and hook up with 'em later." - Mitch Hedberg
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"How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?"
Woody Allen
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"How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?"
Woody Allen
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Live with passion!
My gallery: [link]
My prints: [link]
Thank you very much for the fav, really appreciate it
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Laska leci toho, kdo ji dava, i toho, kdo ji dostava.
(Love cures the one, who is giving it, as well as the one, who is receiving it.)
And great gallery here! Mind if I look around?
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"A liberal is the guy who leaves the room when a fight starts."
- Big Bill Haywood
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