do not ask me to do anything that involves fractions because i WILL burst into tears
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do not ask me to do anything that involves fractions because i WILL burst into tears
Omg everyone wish me luck on my math exam tomorrow I am SO going to fail
Dear Leo..
You better not blackmail my tumblr account now that you’ve found it! 😭 have a great day
if you do..I’ll dox/blackmail your steam account /j
have a doodle of 3
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Equations
If one plus one is two,
then what am I without you?
A number divided,
two hearts subsided.
Something is wrong with this subtraction,
can we please keep crunching the numbers till we both gain satisfaction?
No I don't want to take a break,
there's too much at stake.
This answer can't be absolute...
I really wish math had been my strong suit.
hot girls hate math <3
Unread
This poem will go unread
by millions of people,
probably billions.
Mathematically (and we only use this term
when we want to state something categorically
without emotion as if doing so somehow
validates its inconceivable parameters),
the amount of people on this earth,
(not counting those currently in the process
of being born or in the throes of dying)
who will read this poem is probably
(another word used as a disclaimer to
absolve me of all trespasses of inaccuracy)
in the neighborhood of, .00000000000000000
0000000000000000000000000000000000001
raised to the letter ‘e’ or something, but I am
a poet, not a mathematician, and we are
separate species and often mortal enemies.
Not to mention those who will never read it
in the future, as many as the stars in the cosmos
that sprinkle space like powdered sugar
whose number is numerically incalculable
So, statistically, the number of people
who will read this poem approaches zero
to the degree that it might as well be zero—
so if you are reading it now, mathematically,
you might as well not exist, at least in terms
of statistical impact upon the equation of
my literary impact upon the world.
But if you are the solitary reader who has come
this far, to this very stanza, in my heart
you are number
one.
Me and Malcolm