In desperate need of a haircut.
Me: *at my high school reunion* hell yeah I’m a failure and none of you even fucked me when you had the chance
But have we made it anywhere at all if the dishes are never done?
If we can’t live without dishwashers, how could we live without cops?
And so you’re asking me, who does the dishes after the revolution?
Well, we do our own dishes now, we’ll do our own dishes then.
And it’s always the ones who don’t who ask that fucking question.
4g nostril punch turn down for what
Welcome to the club friend!
Could you love someone completely? And yes, by ‘someone’, I mean me Spoiled sick like milk you let sit too long It’s a simple question As I lie awake, waiting for you to lay beside me
I can almost hear the sad waltzes of Pietro Crespi