ur mom hands u a glass of orange juice. u take a sip. its not orange juice. its stirred egg yolks. u spit them all out. u ask ur mom why. she turns around. its not ur mom. its me. ur mom is gone. im ur mother now
these old spice commercials have been getting really crazy lately
The fundamentals of angelic design towards the cosmos and overall cosmic life
Is it sad that I can feel
you getting tired of me?
Or is it sadder that I’m use
to it because everyone does