You can re-tread tyres, you can re-tread a path, but you can not re-tread a heart. theres a hole in my heart, theres a piece missing from love, theres a hole in my heart, its reserved just for you. blessed be. bfg.
Me too, bfg.
you also can’t replace a dead person. I hope that you don’t really drive on that tire!
several hundred miles a week at speeds up to 98 miles per hour.
don’t worry, i’m getting the nice used tires in the garage put on today, and i only have to drive across the street for that.
for the record i didn’t know it was that bad. i might have driven differently, knowing, or i might not have.
ugh – i hate dealing with car shit – be safe girl
i’m glad that you are getting new tires, but there is something otherworldly and beautiful about that photo.
. . . like a baby’s bottom . . .
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