using INSTAGRAM to take a picture of you (or some other person wearing thick rimmed glasses, flannel, and a beanie) in front of some relatively interesting building/dock/beach standing solemnly dead center at a reasonable distance…is one thing.
Doing this thing over and over?
it makes me think you want to be a tree.
If that’s the case, i need to chop you the hell down because you’re blocking the view.
knock it off.
They flirt they fawn
throughout the years
till one day not
and naught
for tears.
(I feel the need to emphasize to my less-than-brilliant-followers that poetry reflects thoughts, not reality.)
that moment when you find out the person who said “let’s get drinks on saturday!” was only doing so at the solicitation of someone saying “please do it, she has no friends”.
I don’t know if I should 1) thank them, because it’s true,
or 2) be offended at this manipulated pity-date.
going to post something sweet on my fiance’s page…and it seems some poor slighted girl is still bitter.
i mean, i know i’m the luckiest girl ever, and you have a right to be upset….
but seriously?!
Douglas Adams.
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EVERY FREAKIN TIME
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ohmystars. I do not want to throw anything for my dog again.
…but i have to…he likes it…right?
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looks like someone i know…hmm….
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Only three, that can make me cry hysterically almost instantly.
“go home, sam.”
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