I just wanna be like:
But since I’m a good person, I just look at them like:
you never understood pain as a child ‘til you had to sit on the floor in between ya mamas legs while she yanked ya hair up into these little shits and the ball part snapped against ya skull
i beg to differ
you never understood pain as a child until your mother brushed your hairOne time when I was little I was only partially awake and I grabbed one of these and thought they were my glasses, and when I tried to put them on they wouldn’t stay and I threw a giant fucking fit over how my glasses were broken and I cried and screamed so hard I started throwing up.
i probably shouldn’t be laughing this hard
woah, woah, wait, remember when she tried to take these things out?
i was looking through all of my old documents on my computer and i stumbled across a really long one with 25 pages and i read the wHOLE THING and when i got to the very end
i saw this
so i got excited and looked underneath my mattress but instead i found this
why
wow past you was a bitch
if someone shows you a meaningful song or their favorite poem or you ever get to hear that person talk about something they’re passionate about you better fucking listen because that person is probably spilling their heart and soul to you in one simple gesture and you better be honored because imagine just how hard it is for someone to tell someone that.
