Hi there neighbor. I hope you don’t mind if I change my shoes, I’ll be rocking sneakers till this battle’s over, so I don’t get blood from your ugly face on my penny loafers.
this isn’t fair quoting the only one I don’t have memorized HRMPH
There are still dreams.
You’re there. These past few days, I’ve revisited a lot of memories. I honestly think it’s because of that show at Blacksheep.
It doesn’t bring me nostalgia as much as it makes me miss having people.
I dreamed I was driving through the muck in the rain when I stumbled upon a large house-cabin. I went inside and two past friends greeted me. But then they were busy so I had to leave again. They pushed me outside and watch from the window. I stumbled back to my jeep-car, but lost my glasses. Everything was blurry and muddy and wet. I tried to drive down the grassy muck of a hill to wake up.
Last night was different. It was fluorescent. I knew the rode I biked on, but it was different; curved here, around your house. And I’m riding my bike, risking more of a confrontation than usual. I can see you now. You’re on a swing set. That probably means something but, oh well. You swing. I ride by and you spot me, like we’re little kids. You tell me you know I’ve been doing this; peeking on you when you want me gone. I don’t speak because it’s too much.
Nothing changes and I awake. I miss you, but I do not want to see you. Maybe you don’t even check on me anymore- damned if I know.
I do not feel so sad. I’m just particularly tired.
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everyone say this with me! GO GO GO AWAY GO GO GO AWAY” i chant as i ride my flamingo in the sunset and my fellow followers attack tumblr user kateecloud.
tsukkuyomikokuryuu asked you:
(Can i say multiple numbers? I better because there are a few of those numbers that I feel are right. namely 8, 9, 13, 14, and 23. XD Because I love talking to you and everything and as I keep saying, you’re awesome ^w^)