I have no claim on every photo posted, some have links on them, most none since i quickly am forgetful and care less, like any other, unless you want recognition please do tell. And it be obviously be my own if i got my face plastered on 'em or otherwise look shitty in a way.

What's Love, no.1

Its like finding that empty pack of cigarettes, smoked out every stick. Then you look everywhere in your piece of shit scattered room of filthe. Pulling out, pushing whatever. Your heart, or probably your lungs, fighting the panic that is just amusingly happening. Then at a place you least expected, there it is, a single stick. Enough to take the stress away.

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