No, wait, shut up Sting. A lute? Seriously?
It’s all so good, except it’s not, and that’s frustrating.
Busting out bad joints all over the place
No, wait, shut up Sting. A lute? Seriously?
It’s all so good, except it’s not, and that’s frustrating.
I agree with the indecisiveness. It seems good, then not so much. I could turn it off, but then I don’t.
Last night I was just a sucker for two people inspiring one another to excel. When did I become such a sponge for predictably written romance?