February 2012
229 posts
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– 1984, George Orwell
Sometimes things just become real, real clear
Don’t they?
Things are like that.
I feel far more satisfied at the end of the day if...
Yep. More than a day of work. Or school.
What the fuck is even wrong with me.
