when the whole squad ugly as shit
i hate when you’re not in the same mood as your friend like when you want to slay your enemies and feast on their flesh and your friend wants to dance in a field of daisies and sing for the sake of singing like no stop that grab a pitchfork
the Acrostc poems for the residents in my grandmothers nursing homes are something
I decided to visit the Boston Public Gardens today, to see the bench from Good Will Hunting, so I could pay my respects to one of my idols. I wasn’t alone, as crowds of young and old stood near, bound together by sadness.
Rest in peace Robin.
i slowly walk into the office with my surfboard and announce that ‘surfs down’ everyone starts screaming and crying, a man is saying ‘no’ over and over and crumples to the floor, i knock over several computers and cubicle walls with my surfboard as i jump through the window shattering it, as i fall the wind reminds me of all the times surf was up. i hit the pavement and die instantly