wanna dare u at a mixed wrestling match.i am 5.5 ft 57kg.asking u as we r strangers and if i ask u on face we might end up havinga street fight rather than a comp
// "Are you sure about that?" he asks. "You're here, after all." "I'm here," I repeat. And I am. Here. On my way to Paris . With him. I look at him. He's git that half smile, as if there's something about me that's really endlessly amusing. And maybe its the rocking of the train, or the fact that I'll never see him again after the one day or maybe once you open the trapdoor of honesty there's no going back. Or maybe its just because I want to. But right now I have this feeling that this train is not just delivering me to Paris, but to someplace entirely new //Oh wait what? Sorry quiet distracted. Msg me after I'm done with this book.
If You Could Choose Your Last Words, What Would They Be?
My beloved boat is broken in the rocks of daily life, I've paid all my debts and no Longer need to count, Pains I've suffered at the hands of others, The misfortunes and the insults, Good luck to those who remain. - Sucide note of Vladimir mavakovski *Yes I'll copy her, cause why not.*