as your evening slowly and tumultuously withers and absconds into the frivolity that is existence, grant favor to old friends , peculiar run-ins, dodgy runaways, haggard souls, beasts, and saints alike.
~Alan Harley
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
as your evening slowly and tumultuously withers and absconds into the frivolity that is existence, grant favor to old friends , peculiar run-ins, dodgy runaways, haggard souls, beasts, and saints alike.
~Alan Harley
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