Loring Park, taken behind (actual) rose-tinted glasses.
I’m at that point where i don’t even care if people like me anymore. if you like me, cool. if you don’t, okay.
“‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me”