(via hammerito)
I have this bad habit of opening wine bottles in new rooms, then finding them later, at which point, I forget where the hell they came from or what they relate to, but figure they’re already open so I might as well drink it.
We’re like twins. Almost.
Holla.
I have this bad habit of opening my eyes in the morning, and forgetting where the hell I am, how I got there, or why…at which point I glance around, do some quick calculations, and decide whether to bolt or not. We’re like twins…wait….who the fuck are you? (~_^)