oh i am absolutely an idiot but i do have my moments
The past is much like airports that never sleep—clusters of hellos and goodbyes, the agony of parting, the joy of being reunited.
They return as quickly as they leave, often with static noise and explanations that never do the abandonment justice.
THIS BITCH ON 16 AND PREGNANT HAS A TEXT SIGNATURE THAT SAYS “I love him so much… {10.27}” like how old are you………………………..
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