I want to make out to some good music.
I just want to make out.
I really just want to make it through knowing I have no one to make out with.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
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en·tro·py [en-truh-pee]
a doctrine of inevitable social decline and degeneration."He was a young man of no particular stature or distinction of feature, with acne scars that neither medication nor spot-spell had been able to eradicate entirely. His hair was dishwater brown and somewhat unkempt, and his teeth were unfashionably irregular. He was obviously a depressive type." - On a Pale Horse