Posts from the ‘Moods’ Category
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
“i’ll definitely be the most popular girl in my class,” she thought as she rubbed the miniature scepter in her pocket.
it is. sometimes. once in a while. not really. you’re naive. have you been to the city recently? it could be if i had more money. if i was taller. if i had a bigger apartment. a dog would be nice. i came here about fifteen years ago. i was supposed to be here for a few years. now i can’t leave. too many, you know, things i have here. rent. friends. it’s not that i can just get up and just go. next time around, i’ll go to med school.
get me the fuck out of here.
i keep my wings at home with my magic super special wand.
the fucking thing bit me the last time i tried to ride it.
oh my fuck ing god. that jenny is one god damn whore putting her tongue all over greg like that. my mom was always right about her. she never had any class. that whole family had no class, thinking they’re better than us because the siblings went to summer day camp at camp laurel. but i know that the only way that family came into any money was from that old shriveled up guy her mom was giving it to every weekend on the second floor of abc home on broadway. i should go pour some of this coffee on her face. i’m not some kind of mean bitch, but she started telling everyone, i mean everyone, that i picked up the clap from that puerto rican kid that started at stuy last month.
He was a hardworking middle manager.
She was airbrushed to look like an italian supermodel.
He knew he would have one chance to impress her.
i didn’t get to where i am by simply letting things happen. i make things happen. you best believe that i’ll be on your ass if you try to conceal a gravity knife from me or do anything that would be in violation of the new york state penal law. i have the whole damn thing memorized. you see that big ass truck? i keep my family in there. they’ve been in there the last three weeks. if you think i’m hard on them, imagine how hard i’m going to be on you when i put my knee in the middle of your back.
i left guavatown for this?
e v e r y d a y aperture 