Ashford Scipio Townsend
17. Junior. UES.
Brilliant and brilliantly lazy.
"Call me Asher."
17. Junior. UES.
Brilliant and brilliantly lazy.
"Call me Asher."
I traumatized my mother this evening, but I don’t know how to appear apologetic.
asherscipiotownsend reblogged this from aimee-st-clair and added:
Down to the very last impression, I’m afraid. They’ll go through the trouble of ensuring that the event is remembered by...
aimee-st-clair reblogged this from asherscipiotownsend and added:
I’ll make sure of that, wouldn’t want to leave without it, yeah? Everything here is based on impressions, I’ve noticed....
miss-chloe-marie reblogged this from asherscipiotownsend and added:
The compliments from the pretty girls you invited could be nice. And you’re telling me you wouldn’t have fun at your own...
irisarchibald reblogged this from asherscipiotownsend and added:
Perhaps it could. Everything’s connected. Perhaps, you use the wrong fork and then a chandelier falls and kills someone....
jasey-ra3 reblogged this from asherscipiotownsend and added:
Spoons make sense though because at least they’re used for something. Salad forks just sit there. Okay but seriously I...
henry-waldorf-bass reblogged this from asherscipiotownsend and added:
You messed up the salad fork? What, did you lick your soup up from the bowl, too?
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