Broken poetry, is my favorite kind.
I’ll take your stunted hyphens, jabbed little dashes, I’ll make sense of the flux.
I died for beauty but was scarce…
Boy records interview with his future self in 1992 and has a conversation with himself in 2012
I expected to watch this and shed a nostalgic tear, instead I cried tears of laughter.
i watched this like five times yesterday because its amazing
this is pretty hilarious lmao
Okay guys, There is a grand total of two of you who have ever spoken to me. But that is besides the point! I feel the need to inform you both that I have been devoting most of my time to another blog! A blog where zero people talk to me…Yes.
But I’ve been going through a military selection process and I am infact starting my basic training to join the British Army on Monday the 20th. I’ll post when and if I can, though because my other blog is military themed (and was originally a progress blog) i will still be spending more time on that one. Even less of you would be interested in my blog/life if I suddenly start spouting military crap everywhere.
This has been a post to inform, the few of you who care, that I will be posting even less because I will be running around fields, covered in face paint, shouting KILL.