You don’t really know until you know
It’s a little too late to regret anything
A letter to my beloved
TMI (Too Much Internet)
You were walking down the street at 7.30 PM. It’s deserted and all your life problems decided to have a slight conversation in your brain.
Perhaps the only dissapointment I should face having set my expectations too high
It’s not always about the muscles sometimes
The side that only the realest can stand to see
Feast your evil mind with a few medium rare roasts
You probably aren’t Hitler but if you are…this will still help!