typedbiscuit
Deadbolt the doors, and fear for it wont be long until someone will be kicking them in. They may be screaming search warrant or they might not say a word. Then all your possessions will become theirs. And there wont be a damn thing you can do about it. Deadbolt the doors.
Here, all passes through. Intersections of life, of the road, its all the same. Cars collide, lives collide. Sometimes something may come out of the collision, other times its nothing but an exchange of insurance information.
i hate the sound of styrofoam. I loath it, its so repulsive and brash.Styrofoam is, quite possibly, my worst enemy
drink drink drink, and it might just make everything alright. Hide behind the dark taste of whiskey, if you're scared, nervous, sad, whatever, just have a bit to drink and maybe it'll all be alright. you might just have more fun if you're drunk anyways.
there is so much luxury to be seen. everywhere there is luxury placed in front of your eyes, but much to your dismay, you cannot touch it. you reach your hand out but all that is luxurious has suddenly moved out of arm reach. this is a shame.