Andrea Cakabo

Moxtar: Do you think we’re friends?
Blöf: Nah man… we’re just two mistakes walking side by side.

Devam eder ..

Our way or highway .

“Our way or highway.”
The GPS was broken, but everyone kept driving in the same direction.
The exit signs applauded on command.
The sky turned into a billboard and people called it a sunset.
The road isn’t long. It just repeats itself.