I love you K Stewart. In 3 years, when Twilight... -

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I love you K Stewart.
In 3 years, when Twilight is over and you go back to being yourself, let’s go to Subway, get a sando, roast a spliff, and watch L.A. Confidential, k?
Let’s listen to that jam by YES that makes me want to get naked and start the revolution.  I bet you’d really like my mom.  She’s witty as fuck.

Gnite, baby.

I love you K Stewart.

In 3 years, when Twilight is over and you go back to being yourself, let’s go to Subway, get a sando, roast a spliff, and watch L.A. Confidential, k?

Let’s listen to that jam by YES that makes me want to get naked and start the revolution.  I bet you’d really like my mom.  She’s witty as fuck.

Gnite, baby.



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