“I’m talking about Death, son. The *angel* of death. They chain this guy up and put him six hundred feet in the ground. Last time they pulled this guy up Noah was building a boat.”
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You know what? FINE! I’ll admit it! I miss her! *kicks something* I fucking miss her! But I don’t know what to do much less what to say. People tell me “just pick up the phone and call her.” Don’t you think I’ve tried that? I wrestle with my phone every night, but the phone always wins. What’s holding me back? The fact that I know it’s my fault. It’s ALL my fault. I had my chance and I fucking blew it. And all I’m left with is the notion that she’s “the one that got away.” And I’m just gonna have to live with that.
(Is it obnoxious that I love everything I write?)
Ready for my solo (Taken with instagram)
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Tasty typography (Taken with instagram)
Steam Punk (Taken with instagram)
seis cifras, cinco ceros. (by Adara .)
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