spending all night trying to figure out my spirit pokemon and reading anna karenina any and all help would be totally appreciated also apparently the bag i took all my pokemon cards and toys to elementary school in was a crown royal bag THANKS DAD
FUCK this stupid fucking bullshit Gulliver’s Travels bullshit jesus fuck come ON Jonathan Swift on behalf of this terrible terrible time I am sorry I am SO SO SO SORRY I AM SORRYY and oh by the way J Swift thank your lucky stars you went psycho and died because fucking Black Knight is on TV and if you were still here you’d kill yourself anyway. Anyway you’re still famous at least, miss you big guy.
When drifting smoke floats fanciful and free
And hours only moments seem to last,
The world returns to distant memory
And pieces placed preserved in perfect past.
Your red-haired youth unfolds in shining days,
Rain fell to your lofty shoulder first
Like tears at stolen hats and wicked ways
Of children in their tiny worlds immersed.
In soft repose that time remains alive,
Til days like this bring us to reminisce
And youthful times nostalgically revive,
So that we might revisit callow bliss.
Let us remember fondly, yet not dwell,
Ere present become long-lost youth as well.
Rev Run talking to his wife when I turned on the television
What the fuck happened to the world