Bah-Dump. Bah-Dump. Bah-Dump
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Your Car Smells Like Gasoline
I never loved you, not at all.
Your constant, vexing narcissism.
Your one-dimensional mind.
Your witless interjections.
Tell me, who’s the man?
I mean, I get it.
If I were you,
I’d pretend to be him, too.
He’s so much more noxious than you.
His powerful choke-hold.
His vague origin.
His knowledge of destruction.
Tell me, who are you?
I mean, you don’t seem to know.
And I don’t care to know,
But you’ll never be him.
One day, when you stop hiding
Behind your engineered insanity
Your dot on the timeline
Might become the line.
i dont trust people who hate kesha
Friendly reminder this show was filmed in front of a live studio audience in one take.
And that all sitcom laugh tracks are taken from this show because the laughter was so sincere.
I always have to reblog this. It’s too good.
They are just my fave.
what happens when there are two elephants in a room
looking at you is like looking into a fan on a hot day
it’s a relief because the fan makes it so much cooler
but i can’t really look because it stings.
so i close my eyes and think of going to the pool instead
but then i remember the lifeguards and feel like i’m drowning.
when someone yells and it echos through a room
i can never tell where the direct sound came from
and every echo is mocking me and reminding me
that i can’t really distinguish between what’s real and what’s not
and the reverberation explains all these headaches.
sometimes i sit around and write my name backwards
because it’s less deceiving that way
kayla, she’s got it all together and she’s moving forward
alyak, what does that even mean i don’t get it
yeah, alyak, that’s exactly right
i touch my arms and legs and hips when i’m alone
trying to figure out why everyone else likes to touch them so much
but i can’t figure it out because people don’t regard touches
like cats and dogs regard being pet
or maybe we do, but i think that’s out of context
when i’m drowning in a pool of water and lifeguards
and my cries for help echo throughout the room
i imagine my name backwards in my head
so when they touch my hips and my legs and my arms to save me
i can figure out whether they’re really saving me