From the night of the break up

Numb. Paint this face, drink this pint, smells like home. gin, coke and jager. Dizzy fucking moves and all kinds of madness. All topped off in a bow of limes and new friends. You never know who you’ll meet in kilt and I’m glad I was here. I shouldn’t post this. But I did.

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