The Game Is On


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You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king


for fucks sake, I phoned to see how you were, not to listen to you going on about your boyfriend

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oh my god shut up

posted 1 month ago with 0 notes


I hope Miss Claudette is okay.

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stands outside the divorce court waiting for hot dads who need love

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Wants bf


Don’t want bf


I love sunglasses, am I looking at that tree? Am I staring at your dick? Who knows!