Olivia: Roses are red, violets are blue / That’s what they say, but it just isn’t true / Roses are red, and apples are, too / But violets are violet, violets aren’t blue / An orange is orange, but Greenland’s not green / A pinky’s not pink, so what does it mean? / To call something blue when it’s not, we defile it / But what the heck, it’s hard to rhyme violet.
I hate this so much. I dont know how to turn this into an image and if I did find a way nobody would want to see it. I hate this confession and I hope the person who sent it gets allergies for a day or something
title: Life on overload (must we make a
spectacle of love)
summary: people always said their love
would burn out too quickly; travis was delighted how wrong they were.
Honeymoon. MCD. Travlyn
a/n: I know this is a question, but I
like to answer it with a fic. So, thank you for letting me indulge in my
favorite thing!!! Writing sappy stuff for my otp. Basically, the run down is
that this takes place far in the future and I’ll keep it very very vague how
many years down the line. Inspo song is Overload by John Legend ft. Miguel