I’m not sure I realized what I was getting myself into.
Life was meant to get better, and it did. But is better really what it seems? I still don’t know her, not the way a random stranger does. You can’t get in close unless you’re far away.
Maybe this home is just a house for me, a place to rest my head. But it’s better than any I’ve been at before. I just want to find my place, but I’m just a kid history will soon erase. Maybe I’m not making any sense, but my thoughts are never clear when her confusion is near.
I know who I am, at least in part. I don’t know my heart. I play this part every day. I’m finally getting tired, and drifting away.
Is that the weather report?
Everyone knows we get lesbians every goddamn year, and yet every time they arrive people act all shocked. “I’m not ready for lesbians yet! I haven’t put lesbian tyres on my car!” Lady, it happens every year. You were warned beforehand. It’s your own damn fault if you end up in an accident because you weren’t prepared for lesbians.
seriously. so tired of being late for school just because the subway can’t handle lesbians. it’s norway! what do they expect
On the bright side, learning institutions will close in their droves as nations shut down due to the overwhelming presence of lesbians.
:sigh: But you have to make up lesbian days at the end of the school year…
I’ve been waiting for lesbians ever since the weather turned cold. I was promised 5cm of lesbians and DID I GET ANY? NO I DID NOT. Oh sure, there are lesbians up on the hills, but where’s my gorgeous carpet of lesbians, huh?
This is perfect. A lesbian snowstorm, sounds like someone’s getting lots of Christmas presents…
One time I said flock of deer and it still haunts me
But then I said flerd of deer when I was telling somebody this story.