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me crossing the street on a bad day: ohhh nooo ;) please, car, don’t hit me ;)))

“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.

love rebloggin 20 things out of nowhere at once then leaving

fuckk off why is this the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen??

I’m screaming

This makes me so happy because men don’t have enough of these types of awareness campaigns for testicular cancer. 

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