WHEN THE INAPPROPRIATENESS OF MY DANCING INCREASES WITH THE NUMBER OF DRINKS I CONSUME
FIRST I’M LIKE:
AND LATER I’M LIKE:
shit tyrone
you are tearing this family apart
MILK DOESN’T FUCKING GROW ON TREES TYRONE
WHO SPINS THE BOWL WHILE PUTTING MILK IN IT? SEE TYRONE, THIS IS WHAT I CALL BANKRUTPCY.
what the fuck tyrone you’re just doing this because the milk is white
I AM DYING ^^^^^^^^
I THINK THIS IS MY FAVORITE TUMBLR POST EVER. I WILL REBLOG IT EVERY TIME I SEE IT, I’M SORRY
HYPERVENTILATION
DEAD!
OMFG WHAT IS AIR
A poem I wrote for my class: Discover the Space in Life
Ten days of seclusion,
Totally disconnected from our institution.
Tick, tock—everything is controlled by time.
Can’t we spice up our bland drink of life with a little lime?
“What do you want from me?”
This question can change your perception of what you see,
But sometimes the world needs to revolve around you.
Distractions, everywhere, like eyes shine bright white blue.
In seclusion being with only your own thoughts,
Or will everything else in your brain be caught?
“Someday, Someday”
Such an easy thing to say,
But—will someday ever come,
Or will you always be wanting some?
Some more—of everything,
Yet, too scared to let go of nothing.
Planets, physics, stars—
What will you give up to see Mars?
Leave behind your children at home,
Even when you’re aching to call them on the phone?
You want to leave your kids with a lasting impression,
But what if being a mom is your only concession?
Always telling them to move, not follow,
Yet, your life—is an easy one to swallow.
Hoping to become something for them to look up to,
Like an astronaut, space bound—but your housework doesn’t woo.
Memories encompassing your sight,
How much are you willing to fight?
Can ten days really be your base,
To change your whole life and be up for the chase?
Will you make the best of your journey,
Or will you regret it when you end up on a gurney?
haha that’s fun (:
