thirteen cents and a broken pen.

[twistedromance]

It was one of those nights where you're already too stoned to be out in public. You watch the flaming ashes fly off your cigarette into eighty-mile-an-hour-out-the-window-winds. You laugh (even though there is nothing to be laughing about), this makes you laugh harder

Comments

[james_m_83]

Nice.

[twistedromance]

Thank you.