No omens, all almonds, no diamonds, all broken promises, and spillage. Chronos’ temple is in shambles, and time is on the heels of the infinite’s shoulders, climbing up the ladder on stilts with armor, and I, as heavy as I’ll ever be, am much too short to reach the last rung.
I spent like 20 dollars a week on bus fares for 3 months, and for the past week I haven’t been able to/my phone has been dead. Now all the drivers think I’m being a cheapskate.
I’m not a prostitute. Your sick minded bs is ridiculous. I was told about the hit parade in December, people are overreacting. It’s not real, get a load of yourself.