
I'm five years away from my mid-life crisis. Well, unless I'm going to die next week, which means I had my mid-life crisis at 17.
I remember what I was like at 17.
Shit, I really am going to die next week.
Photo - S
Words - S
She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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