Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
I even procrastinate the things I want to do.
i hate one direction fans so much
i need my whole room to cool down but no this damn thing only blows one way
do you ever wonder what you would look like at your full potential like perfect hair and clear skin and a perfect body like damn
do you ever just wanna sit next to someone and listen to everything they could possibly say about anything ever just because you like their face and their voice and their general existence