svau:
You don’t know how much someone is worth to you until you sell them
You don’t know how much someone is worth to you
until you sell them
r3troguy:
all around me are familiar facesworn out places worn out facesbright and early for the daily racesgoing nowhere going nowhere
breakstreet:
pajandrum:
“You know this one girl with hair like this?”
corsicans:
hank (par ed-ingle)