May 2012
Me last year: It was just a chord progression.
Me this year: It was just a chord progression.
Me next year: It was just a chord progression.
Me when I'm 30: It was just a chord progression.
My first words to my firstborn: It was just a chord progression.
The title of my memoir: It was just a chord progression.
My epitaph: It was just a chord progression.
I know
creepytimes:
I’ve been lying down for hours now. It’s 5:35 AM and there’s not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I’m in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can’t help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There’s the strong scent of blood and I feel paralyzed with fear.
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1950's lyrics: Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfilled. For, my darling, I love you, and I always will.
1960's lyrics: When the girl in your arms is the girl in your heart, then you've got everything.
1970's lyrics: I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you're in the world.
2012 lyrics: Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt.
