That disappointing feeling when there’s no nuts in your chocolate
I’d like to get into the habit of politely giving out open invitations to casually stop by my place of residence for tea “sometime.”
I’d like to live in an era during which celebratory gunshots are commonplace
El Greco: Allegory, Boy Lighting Candle in the Company of an Ape and a Fool - Fábula (1589-92, Oil on canvas, 67,3 x 88,6 cm)
happi burffday miss banks
my tummy rumbles, I can’t tell if in discontent or just restlessness
my fever is 103.4 degrees Fahrenheit. Why does the world hate me so? I really would not like to start off summer classes missing the first few days of material. What has I done to deserve such punishments?