then you hit the blunt three times
you shed a couple tears, fall asleep
wake up about four hours later and think…
F*CK. what if i WOULD have broken his window.
life is imperfect. love is way worse.
Posted on Tuesday January 3rd
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I think. I read. I laugh at folks. I love. I overshare sometimes. You'll love it.
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