It was the dry rustling of dead leaves in a hot, late summer breeze
. He fingered the small, round pieces of carved shell adorning the fly on the front of his shorts. You’re part of me
. . I am a creative writing major but I may never graduate at the rate I'm going

It was the dry rustling of dead leaves in a hot, late summer breeze
. He fingered the small, round pieces of carved shell adorning the fly on the front of his shorts. You’re part of me
. . I am a creative writing major but I may never graduate at the rate I'm going

It was the dry rustling of dead leaves in a hot, late summer breeze
. He fingered the small, round pieces of carved shell adorning the fly on the front of his shorts. You’re part of me
. . I am a creative writing major but I may never graduate at the rate I'm going

Fuck You Very Much - VCA