The Spoke
I can feel the lemons dropping from the stream of your spoke. They just might hurt me, but I’d rather like them to not. Instead grabbing and squeezing them to make a fine drink for the rest of our lives.
triforce all the way
(Source: beats-blues)
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(Source: b2mbi)
happy drunk, fell sideways, up again and happier than ever
Walking on the inner white line, filled with happiness, love, chocolate and more love.
