2017 is the year of the progressive selfish savage. Do you, grow and glo, and fuck anything or anyone that tells you different. 2016 served us unlimited L’s, so turn those losses into lessons and fucking go hard next year.

Her beauty was blinding
Her heart was pure
My lack of motivation
Her existence was the cure
Admired from a far
Her face was filled with life
But the reaper’s indifference is one we can’t deny
Has picked the one green rose
From a meadow of reds
Her beauty was blinding
And now I lay in my bed
Her beauty is reminding
That she is not dead
For she is just resting her Beyoutiful head.
-Angel Leger
Rest.In.Peace Francheska
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