because none of us is fucking up like we think we are, is what i'm trying to say

Thursday, 30 August 2012

My New Favourite Game

I call it "How much authentic Italian food can I fit into my stomach before I leave tomorrow?"

The salty tears of sadness and nostalgia that I let slide down my face as I chew only serve to add to the flavours.
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