"You've got red on you!" Shaun of the Dead
A kiss blown is a kiss wasted, the only kind of kiss is a kiss tasted.
I'm a woman. We don't say what we want, but we reserve the right to be pissed off if we don't get it. That's what makes us so fascinating and not just a LITTLE bit scary.
"You've got red on you!" Shaun of the Dead
"You've got red on you!" Shaun of the Dead
-James
"How do you know if you're happy or sad without a mask? Or angry? Or ready for dessert?"
wie weit, wie weit noch?
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