m parjo. |
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VINTAGE
Fuck this. I’m not getting into this. We’re done, and I’m not wasting any more bloody time on you. You fucking left me,...
Bloody fucking hell. You basically told me to leave. And sorry but you left it out there in the public, you just happen...
-scoffs- So what, you’re fucking spying on me now too? It was one remark to a guy, and I fail to see what exactly it has...
For your information Pansy this is a very very old photograph that I happened to stumble upon, that being one of my best...
You’re clealry happy with being single again so I don’t see why you need to start bloody arguments again.