If there were an emotional gymnastics category in the Olympics, I would bring home the gold. I’ve been training for years.
You’re the scarf her hand lingers on briefly, trying to figure out if it suits her. He’s her favorite hoodie she never leaves home without.
I love you like white dudez with weed majoring in business love Ron Paul.
The parts of my brain associated with loss are lighting up like a pinball machine.
I mean, why not? Here’s the first one.
My roller skates gave me a callus on the instep of my right foot. It flares up sometimes into a nasty ass angry blister. It’s never going away. It’s just like the Great Red Spot of Jupiter.