In the winter I sleep with twelve blankets on.
In the summer I turn on a fan then sleep with twelve blankets on.
Tuileries, Paris | by Alice Gao
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what did one cell say to his sister cell that stepped on his toe
i want to die
White people in America are a trip… they exterminate the Native American and then try to dress just like them. What kind of necrophilia is that? —
A Huey P. Newton Story
No but seriously…it’s weird….
LOL!!!!!! but it’s the truth…
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