My car is brilliant!
No, you didn’t have to shaaave me off, make out like it never happened and that we were nothing. And I don’t even neeeed your love, but you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough… No, you didn’t have to stoooop so low, have your friends collect your razors and then change your number. I guess that I don’t need that though. Now you’re just a face on which I used to grow.
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| — | Seneca Crane’s Beard (via mandeoftheweek) |
