the situation has grown bleak, and rather quickly, i might add. my ears have fallen flat in despair. you say “tah-may-toe.” i say, you’re wrong.
together we’re one; separated we are two
seventeen hours and three viewings of Pineapple Express (director’s cut) later, we no longer cared who wore the Steelers leash or who wore the “Skull & Crossbones by Miley, xoxo” leash. all that matters now is the transcendence of our earthly possessions. also, a crippling need for chocolate pudding.
as it happens, i love it when you call me big poppa. thx.
you all are going to make me lose my mind, up in here.
nelson had long been used to abner’s neediness. it was as though he had, one day, simply grown out of nelson’s paw; as if they were woven together in the loom of fate.
fields of emerald
unicorn mane flowing free
think: would you hit it?
can’t sleep, hose will eat me.
i TOLD you i would cut a bitch for messing with my hair
but nothing compares
2 U.
