14
May
He wants some of my sleeping pills, but this motherf*ucker is borracho as sh*it and I am NOT tryin’ to get manslaughter charges on my record!” —Hannah, during the inebriated portion of our 17-hour bus ride to Iguazú
Layla in Buenos Aires
Because my mother needs to know that I'm alive (and that my kidneys haven't been stolen and sold on the black market) everyday
Fine Folk
