weasels
By Unknown
Love is like a snowmobile, racing across the frozen tundra. Suddenly, it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
I REJECT YOUR REALITY AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN
Love is like a snowmobile, racing across the frozen tundra. Suddenly, it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
I REJECT YOUR REALITY AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN
