Regime’s fall everyday. I tend not to weep over that, I’m Russian. Or I was.
His clothes say “I’ve been dragged to church by my family”. His body language says “I’m going to screw you against a barn wall”.
That’s kind of how he reads anyway sometimes. It’s that or ‘I’m an adorable hipster puppy but a rough fuck in a dingy alley isn’t beyond me at all.”
As one of my best friends says, “he looks like he knows what I look like in my underwear”
Waves are but water. Wind but air. And though lightning be fire…yet it must answer thunder’s call.
murder walk (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)