The things we can touch are breaking.
I'll spare you the rotten details but I've gotten behind. My face is a rabbit cooked in a rabbit stew and they poured the chardonnay on it like it was chocolate syrup. My urge to bike downtown to church this evening is s.t.r.o.n.g. (solid though really only necessary game). Wha? How did it get to be this way? DJ maxresdefault.jpg in the house tonight. Follow my Facebook Story here. Facebook Story vs Snapchat Story: who ya got? Winner = ❝KILL ME❞
