How can you not smile after reading this
me on my way to your funeral
La vie est un train qui ne s’arrête à aucune gare. Ou on le prend en marche ou on le regarde passer sur le quai, et il n’est pire tragédie qu’une gare fantôme.
Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
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