She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Man’s best friend
I like how he picks him up and is all, “There you go!”
fucked his shit up
He just puts him over the counter all “Yeah that’s right Sparky you fuck his shit up”
(Source: zennmaister, via sincere-sadness)
Taken in tokyo on JAM’s hasselblad, One of my favorites, and I think you can tell its film and not digital, certainly on the printed version we have here at home.
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