plays anime opening at your birth and anime ending are your funeral
If this rain ruins steak night head will roll.
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
the important things.
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
And then the magical traveling circus of scholastic would randomly show up
at the motherfucking BOOK FAIR
I seriously miss the book fair.
Wait, you mean these don’t exist anymore?
They do exist.. they went to the University I attend.
Shoutouts to sidewalks for keeping me off the streets
Shouts out to gravity for holding a nigga down
Shoutouts to sleep for keeping a nigga dreaming
shouts out to my toilet for being with a nigga through all the shit
Shoutsout to 11:11 cuz I wish a nigga would