Fried Eggs Look Like They’re talking
Eggsplain it to me one more time.
Fried Eggs Look Like They’re talking
Eggsplain it to me one more time.
Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having.
(Source: theninecrimes, via loveyourchaos)
Only in New York, am I right?
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