oh. great. i feel fine. not jealous at all.
i solve my problems by blatantly ignoring them and going on the internet
- person: so what music are you into?
- me: are you sure you're ready for this conversation
why r people harassing extrasad stahp
All I have going for me is sarcasm, resting bitch face, huge thighs, and really good eyebrows.
1. Night. Obsidian slides on the islands of Hawaii. My grandfather’s cancer spots and the x-ray of his deflated lungs. His coffin two months later. Ebony keys under hands that are too dark to be called anything but burnt charcoal crystals, and Beethoven playing softly three floors down in my uncle’s apartment building — O Freunde, niche diese toen, sodern lasst uns angenehmere anstimmen und freundenvollere.
2. You. Your heart. Your mouth when you said
you didn’t love me anymore.