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wordpicker:

When I was a kid my father gave some money and sent me to buy a new fish for our blue fishbowl. I started riding my bike as slow as I could because I never really liked that man who lived in the pet shop but I couldn’t say no to my father because he would have been so disappointed. I was a…

Let’s buy some jars and overdose together.

wordpicker:

Peter, 43, tastes his coffee and burns his tongue. Impatient. Anxious. He thinks of her and pictures himself writing his thoughts.

But she knew well, she knew me and the effort it took me to kill every single butterfly that could had ever flown in my stomach. She knew I rather feel nothing…

Oh. My. God. Jason.
Today’s perfect photo.