Aug 21, 2018
Just shut up and listen. M'kay, thanks.
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Just shut up and listen. M'kay, thanks.
I had a dream in which I was Tommy Pickles from "Rugrats." I was inventive, adventurous, and resourceful. I woke and the first thing I saw was my physics book, wherein I couldn't understand a thing. I haven't seen the show in years and I spent an hour wondering where my childhood had gone and how my life became so dull. I'm not even 18 yet.
I think what people didn't understand was that my solace wasn't in the arms of a lover, but the breast of a book. I heard every form of music, but never made any. I didn't talk about it. I didn't speak unless spoken to. If I had something to say, I'd say it to a page and no one else. I was a Lord in my solitude, and an animal without it.
I'ma try to blog regularly now. Because, well, I got stuff to say. Be nice, Tumblr.
Taken from: akifrashid.wordpress.com
I'm on fire!
Just say that. Once. Really loud. Go up on your roof and scream to the heavens: "HEY, I AM SO ON FIRE! I NEED TO STOP, DROP AND ROLL!" It's feels good. Then run before your neighbors come.
I hate medication. Syrup, pills, injection or whatever. I hate it. Why am I sick?
When I was a kid I didn't know how boobs worked. I thought that my female cousins had magic shirts that made them disappear, and I would try to sneak peeks to check.