I meannnn I do my thing. Tattoos, piercing, rapping, throwing it back, rolling up, and sleeping and shit. Trap. 21, DM[V]. Latina :)
All jokes aside I am just growing up and trying to stay excited, approaching the world with open palms, spreading the love, seeking enlightenment and learning the chill.
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My cut buddy wanted me to go to lunch w him.
He forgot his wallet.
Niggas got me fucked up. At least he said thank you but I truly feel like buying his bum ass lunch was a power transfer -____-
I’ve decided to go hard
Bananas are ridiculous
Also my phone been real dry the past few days, don’t think I don’t know y’all niggas moving in on other ladies for cuffing season. Smh.
Welcome to my blog, land of the note-less text posts.
I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
You have your mother’s cheek bones
godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P
I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached.
The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world.
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection.
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.
Oh my God this is gorgeous but I am done
Somebody get this person a frigging Newbery Prize, I need a kleenex omg.
THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON AND THE COW AND THE MOON AND I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP :O
I wish I could have a dick in me at all times but also go about my day as usual and not have to deal with boys after.