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Life’s brakes aren’t always as reliable as those in your car. Sometimes they fail, sending you hurtling into a future you weren’t ready for.
my old bike had squeaky brakes. it was my unintentional battlecry as I careened around corners, startling pigeons and pedestrians alike.
I knew a guy who called brakes “coward’s pedals” – I don’t know what he exactly meant by that. Luckily I never drove with him.
My heart sometimes feels like a car with failing brakes, speeding towards affection, even when the roads are icy with rejection.
“whoah, pump the brakes, cowboy. I told you I have a boyfriend.” Oh, I apologize. I had no idea. “He’s your best friend, dipshit.” Right.
Stop! No more! Slam it down! Stop! Stop, Stop! You’re going to hit it! Turn around! Turn right now! No, not into the ditch! We could have died! Be more careful! Why don’t you ever watch where you’re going?
Life’s brakes aren’t always as reliable as those in your car. Sometimes they fail, sending you hurtling into a future you weren’t ready for.
my old bike had squeaky brakes. it was my unintentional battlecry as I careened around corners, startling pigeons and pedestrians alike.
I knew a guy who called brakes “coward’s pedals” – I don’t know what he exactly meant by that. Luckily I never drove with him.
My heart sometimes feels like a car with failing brakes, speeding towards affection, even when the roads are icy with rejection.
“whoah, pump the brakes, cowboy. I told you I have a boyfriend.” Oh, I apologize. I had no idea. “He’s your best friend, dipshit.” Right.
Stop! No more! Slam it down! Stop! Stop, Stop! You’re going to hit it! Turn around! Turn right now! No, not into the ditch! We could have died! Be more careful! Why don’t you ever watch where you’re going?