Emileesaurus
"Vámonos, amigos," he whispered, and threw the busted leather flintcraw over the loose weave of the saddlecock. And they rode on in the friscalating dusklight.
Bio
KRAMER: Do you ever yearn?
GEORGE: Yearn? Do I yearn?
KRAMER: I yearn.
GEORGE: You yearn.
KRAMER: Oh, yes. Yes, I yearn. Often, I... I sit... and yearn. Have you yearned?
GEORGE: Well, not recently. I craved. I crave all the time, constant craving... but I haven't yearned.—Seinfeld
I'm just some chick who writes fanfics about dudes with emotional issues.
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