clay’s ghost: hey apollo
apollo: what
clay’s ghost: you know how im dead but like, in space
apollo: yeah what about it
clay’s ghost: deathspacito
Greg was really gonna charm his way out of this im
“I fucked my way into this mess and by god I’ll fuck my way out”
Peridot, as the flower girl, in her pretty yellow dress, throwing flowers at both everybody and their faces, forcefully and aggressively: FLOWERS FOR YOU!
Me:
gummycore
americatress
would you guys like to see the greatest beanie baby poem ever written
For the record, this is runner:
Not at all what I thought it would be.
Exactly what I thought it would be.
Do Not call me a liar on my own post again!
It is a real poem! And it is magnificent.
