“I’m oblivious to all my haters… The majority of which, being my lovers.”
“A sight for sore eyes. A sound for loud cries. A smell for small chives. A touch for all whys. A taste for poor lies. I am your best fault.”
METAMORPHOSIS
“I’m oblivious to all my haters… The majority of which, being my lovers.”
“A sight for sore eyes. A sound for loud cries. A smell for small chives. A touch for all whys. A taste for poor lies. I am your best fault.”