Sloane: Archive

Sloane

February 2012

158 posts

“Well, what goes up, must come down, and down, and down. Everyone looks ill at the end of the night. All lost the power of speech, desperately avoiding eye contact. Your new soulmate that you’ve been talking codshit to for the past five hours about the story of creation, or the fourth “Star Wars” film, is now a complete stranger. You can’t even look him in the eye. All you’ve got in common now is...

hopeliveshopedies asked: hun, if you ever need someone to talk to, dont be shy to send me an ask. xo