people whose parents pay them for good grades
on a serious note I’m cute
Why don’t any of you send me random anons and ask me questions. I’m like bored for real. Plzzzz.
Jennifer left the house. She felt sick as she stumbled down the hard, cement stairs. The taste of whiskey lingered in her throat. It was like rotted oak. There was still a small amount of cigarette smoke lingering in her lungs.
It was cold outside. Not a winters cold, but a mid-July cold. It was 4:37 a.m. and she couldn’t bare to think what waited for her when she got home. It was that peculiar hour where you realize that the sky holds the same clouds, and the same stars, and the same sun, and the same moon no matter what hour you look up at it. It’s strange, the way we trick ourselves into believing that the moon defines the night, or that the sun defines the day. In truth, these entities are there no matter where we try to hide them.
Jennifer turned left. The sky was turning pink and blue. She hurried down the concrete blocks of sidewalk. Her wind jacket pulled up to her neck. She passed fifteen streets, then found the street she lived on.
She hurried up the wooden steps of the front porch. Each one crooned beneath her feet. She slid her bronze key into the lock, and turned it. She stared at her shoes while making her way up the antique stairs to her bedroom. She slunk into her bed and stared at the ceiling for a bit.
"We’ll never be as young as we are right now." She whispered to herself.
"But surely," she added, "we’ll never be as young as we were yesterday."
when the moon hits ur eye like a big pizza pie
Putting a dinosaur does not make up for it Google Chrome
it’s not that I can’t take selfies, selfies can’t take me