We’re locked in for another year. Four seasons more. What a desolation, what a life’s work.
i could hang you from the nipples, but you’d shock the children.
(Source: bornonthesideofahill)
We’re locked in for another year. Four seasons more. What a desolation, what a life’s work.
i could hang you from the nipples, but you’d shock the children.
(Source: bornonthesideofahill)