Stripes dont exist until you have at least three of them.
Band Kid: I practiced for hours last night.
Director:
I'd say you were the one for me, but that would imply there isn't another
making out at a party, music muted but vibrating through the walls and stopping to look at them
driving at night with the windows down and the lights passing over your face as you smile slightly
speeding through the summer sun with some friends in the back of the car and you all sing along
walking around with the sun on your back and feeling a warm glow take grip
dancing in silhouette somewhere seedy and flirting with your eyes
no offense but if u just straight up drink milk then I will never listen to a word u say to me
when you get new followers
Remembering James Baldwin: American novelist, Civil Rights activist and social justice warrior, born on August 2nd 1924
can you make coherent fucking sense for one post
You jost want me to pesinny on dizash… Welp heerg yow go. All froshed, bottered, bustering and browled.