screw off, Taco, you shit in a box of gravel
Constantly torn between “ugh, I don’t want to do anything today” and “I AM WASTING MY SHORT PRECIOUS LIFE!!”.
DO YOU WANT SOME ICE FOR THAT BURN
We go forward.
This is too deep to comprehend.
"Where is my Edward Cullen?"
"Where is my Damon Salvatore?"
"Where is my Christian Grey?"
For your sake, jail I hope.