200 days sober and I would like to celebrate by getting hammered on rot-gut whiskey in a hammock with you. How would they know? It wouldn't be me, spilling the beans.
// C.G.K, The title was never important but we were
ITS CALLED THE MID WEST BECAUSE EVERY SINGLE THING IN IT IS ███╗░░░███╗██╗██████╗░ ████╗░████║██║██╔══██╗ ██╔████╔██║██║██║░░██║ ██║╚██╔╝██║██║██║░░██║ ██║░╚═╝░██║██║██████╔╝ ╚═╝░░░░░╚═╝╚═╝╚═════╝░
i want to make fresh cake and then go out with you to a park and have a picnic!!!!!!!
PLEASE
James: Struts into the room with a pout*
Sirius and remus: looking at each other confused*
sirius -mouthing to remus-: -what's up with him?-
Remus: shrugs* evans a has been with me
Sirius: looking more confused,* ill ask
YO PRONGS WHATS WROOONNNGG
James:......
Peter: he's out of hair gel
Staying positive doesn't mean rejecting your negative emotions. It means accepting your feelings and understanding them and understanding that you are In control of how you feel.
Okay now I know I'm bout hyperfixate on dick cause I cannot for the life of me bring that much creative passion GODDMOTHERFUCKENDAMMNN
I rewatched Dead Poets Society a few weeks ago and felt inspired to write this contrapuntal poem :)
As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'
I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'
i just dont understand how people can be so mean and uncaring. how does it not eat you up inside?