Muh retroesque memories of summer skies and lush green, and dancing in the fields, and some really good films.
Ben E. King · Song · 1962
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#hornt
I occasionally sit alone and scribble in a journal, and you're all evil bastards who I hate with a sullen rage.
Being told English girls using the word 'darling' sound like your mum reassuring someone, and by a Yank of all people, does nothing to boost your anything. Take it back.