My "Give A Fuck" coffee is brewing, it'll be ready in 95 years.
Out of all the things my little cousin could’ve learned from MineCraft (Time Management and all that stuff), he learned that chickens can’t reproduce while drowning.
The only problem with trying to run 2 blogs is that there’s always more posts and always more blogs, The only problem with trying to run 2 blogs is that I get easily confused and post on the wrong one.
My fingers run down emotional thighs,
This isn’t the first time I’m choked with goodbyes,
Hooked on a line, starving for meaningless attention,
Suspect the worst in all of us to come out.
Everyone has disappeared,
The silicone is very clear,
Suffocating the reality of life,
The echoes drawing near,
The weight that’s behind every tear,
Is thought about as your chest falls through a knife.
Awkward tension fills the air,
I’d rather be impailed, than lose a lifetime of love just to be rewarded despair,
Why can’t I know if you just love me or not?
Oh that’s right, I’m still a fucking teenager at heart,
So excuse me while I bend and I break and the chance of us existing just withers away.
Why does my little brother listen to the same 2 songs all day? I mean, I don’t judge, but I’m getting tired of Country and Japanese Bubblegum Pop. He’s also singing along to them like Spongebob…
What if everyone were cannibals? Would be all like “Hey Ima eat you!” Or like “Hey, you have a nice haircut. I bet it’d go well with Paprika!”?