November 2011
36 posts
If you stop being so chaotic and full of fuckery, I will buy you ice cream.
I swear to whatever god is manipulating you into this twisted nonsensical pretzel, that the amount of ice cream will be enough to pacify you.
I don’t give a fuck if you’re vegan, I’ll buy that expensive coconut shit or whatever it is that makes up for the lack of dairy.
If I have to sell my soul to whatever evil counterpart of your deity to afford it, I fucking will.
Just please, stop with the massive amount of skewed occurances, and it’ll be worth your while, despite the sugar coma and early onset of diabetes.
Sincerely, Me.
Bring It On- The Gaslight Anthem
“So give me the fevers that just won’t break
And give me the children you don’t wanna raise
And tell me about the cool he sings you in those songs
If it’s better than my love”
The Fix- Minus the Bear
So this is the difference between,
Living and not living,
These are just bodies,
We have a purpose,
And the gravity,
Pulling us, from them, to we.
Just thirteen days ago I was eight months pregnant.
Everyone loved rubbing my belly.
I even wore my “Baby On Board” shirt over my gigantic stomach.
Well, this is heartbreaking.