wtfisausername
I've always thought that these two were together. But someone had took them apart. Instead of one piece I now have two separate pieces...People need to stop touching my chocolate cake. If I wanted to share, I would.
I lay back on the soft, damp grass. Watching them as they disappeared into the sky. Each one of them floating away into seperate directions. It would be silly to expect them to follow each other. It would be easy to call it physics. Of course it would, balloons have no personality.
I haven't the slightest clue. It was a little more than usually. Slightly more than usual. Bigger but not smaller. If only I remembered but that's a tale for another day.