I get burned by boiling water all the time. Mostly because I love cooking and baking so much, but also because I’m extremely clumsy. It can’t be helped. I hurt myself each and every time I’m in the kitchen.
I went to prom and I had the most beautiful dress. I went with scott my first prom but i wish i went with craig. I really miss my high school years, and sometimes wish i could go back. But it is what it is, live with no regrets.
its already hot enough, i hate this weather and to rediate would make it hotter, the word is a hot word, and we dont need anything hot at the moment, because its like, 90 degrees out right now, it sucks!
the cycle around the beautious ominescent retinas, around the sun, skipping around the universe, galaxy, matter, antimatter, what the fuck is it all to anyone or anything? It’s everything. It’s the cycle. They’re all their own, and all of them are it’s own.
I had this windmill once. It was small and made out of paper. I was a child. I would bring it outside with me, everywhere. Even when it was raining. The rain would ruin the pretty pictures that were painted on it.
The handle was attached to an old rusted pail in the middle of the field. I raced to grab it because it was about to storm. I couldn’t think why I was doing this but all I know was that I had to do it. For the sake of humanity.