It is 9.30 and I’ve gotten myself up without the help of crazy boyfrand who likes to tear the blankets off and tickle me and, like, lick my face.
All I want is to be back in beddddddddddddblaaaaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhpbthhhhhhhh. What? No? No more bed? Fine. Good morning.
I might have written it somewhere else
maybe in another poem
but it might be a nice way to...
thesebootsaremadeforshittalkin:kateordie:
This comic is about how there are two sides to every story.
I know there are legitimately...
