Injure Me And Make Me Miss 19 Games Because Im Dunn

Six feet above water

Six feet under par

Twenty years surprised her

Amongst the quicket little stars !

Two feet beneath the surface

One beneath the soul

Twelve above the heart

Crafted from earthly gold.

Consider what would happen

To a damsel in dismay

Of fear and trembling wonderfully

Of her step to be light and gay

A cricket cap upon her hair

In the sorrowful evening gray !

Twas much of once a worry

What would happen, under par

Beneath the pandemonium’s walls

Beneath the tribal stars

Much yearns to be taken

From the step, last week’s array

For the cricket cap on her head

And her step to be light and gay !

currently trying to beat the punk anti-capitalist anarchical queer teenage stereotype rn but it's not going so well

you want me to tell people i love them? the thing that killed basil hallward??

come one ! come all !

to morrow night we hear the fall

of child a brethren many in may

of mother of florals cries at pray

to the fiery theater where steam is high

while the malicious spirit shall freely fly

unto a moor upon the sea

the spirit in counting travels free.

solitude of the highest fair

may find its pennies here in there

but in the dome of secret plays

withering ignorance may wonder astray.

partly due to uncounted ballots

sneeking in parties of untimely bandits

burglars of short, plump and mellow

yet filled with teacake; a worthy fellow !

do you think if yuri was trans he would change his name to yaoi

not liking most current music artists is NOT a brag it means finding a musician i really like and thinking "oh hey wouldn't it be cool to see them live" and looking up their name only to find out they died 73 years ago

no more reading camus in public im reading this shit

mjp

"I am the biggest faggot and such a whore" exclaimed the most virgin aroace teenager to ever be born