Glass was never meant to hold lightning.
No, Dad, it's not all in my head.
It's in my diaphragm. It's coiling around my ribs. It's pulsing with my heart. It's gripping my sternum. It has intertwined itself to me.
It's in my fucking marrow.
sorry i was late to class man, i was receiving a prophecy of events yet to come. you know how it be
Dear mr professor,
sorry i didnt do the assignment. tummy hurt
pov i ask you if you have any sheep to herd. you look back and i'm a border collie
Not by blood, but by spirit
Breaking news! Talking about your feelings actually helps you feel better! Follow for more shocking developments
new year, new me! I'm going to get even sillier
She likes me 'cause I'm bad (went through a roundabout at 30 mph instead of the speed limit of 25)
Something is twisting around my ribs and gripping my tongue. It's sitting in my throat. I can see it, but it won't talk to me. I don't know if it can.
Get crazy with the cheese whiz!
Love is so visceral. I can feel it in my bones, my organs, my skin. I can feel it hang in the wind. I breathe it in, I breathe it out.
Maybe everything will be alright after all.
Well, you know what they say
damn. Severe bummer
Hear me when I say, there will be peace in my valley.
*flight of the bumblebee plays furiously as I navigate Walmart*
Love is the family business.
My big girl pants are currently in the washing machine. sorry
Do you ever find yourself mourning what has not yet come to pass?
I am so fucking proud of you
Actually, all of my systems are nervous
Few things match the horror of when you google something and the first thing that comes up is "Scholarly articles for..."
Like babe I'm just trying to study for my organic exam, you gotta give me the baby version
Keep your head up, my dear
For what is to come. For what has passed.
That what I have can remain forever and never change.
To love my dear ones, and to be loved in return.
To stay forever. To run away and never return.
To make a name for myself. To never be known.
Anything can be a UFO if you're bad at identifying flying objects
Thinking about the time I got attacked by crabs at the beach.
Life is a highway and I am a Chevy Impala with my hazard lights flashing