me: he never wrote anything nice for her
he gave her cig butts and empty coffee cups with sticky notes saying more bitch
hahahahaha im actually laughing EXTREMELY hard at my own joke with moses
him: 11 11
me:
JOAN : "your my boyfriend right?"
BD: "YE WTVR HOE! get me some coffee you slut"
him: hah
me:
JOAN : "arent you gunna write me a -"
BD: " NO BITCH! one more cup of coffee for the road, pack my suitcase you fkn dyke, im OUTTA HERE, i gotta find some way to feel like a million BUCKS!"
him: oh wow.
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this is hface
I DONT NEED ROADS WHERE IM GOING
alaska, i'll find my feet and then we'll meet
this is hface
i have a heartbeat
.
I DONT NEED ROADS WHERE IM GOING
DONT NEED HIGHWAYS
BIWAYS OR TRIWAYS
I JUST NEED FLY AWAYS
.
Bukowski
b u r n
"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing.. but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night"- Jack Kerouac
he said she said
"its not classy." she said
"you made it look good under the bridge." he said
"you made it look good under the bridge." he said
some color for this
alaska, i'll find my feet and then we'll meet
word
you can't stop the rain or the reign
life imitates art right now..
art will soon imitate life..but exagerate it..to make it more interesting, gripping even.
money matters to much, to much for anything.
life imitates art right now..
art will soon imitate life..but exagerate it..to make it more interesting, gripping even.
money matters to much, to much for anything.
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