poems, rhymes and good times

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[trevorkappa-blog]

you act like this is new news to you? i’ll have to test if you can actually handle them. drunk me can’t be trusted so that’s actually quite possible - you would be entertained instead of upset if i did start making out with other people? that seems like i bit of a change. i mean just because you can’t or shouldn’t be mad or upset doesn’t mean you won’t, but i don’t want to kiss anyone else.

sometimes your beauty just overshadows the sass. nah i mean we were just on a different page the other day, not like i am upset about it. my surprise is taking a bit so you gotta get the last kisses you can. cause i don’t plan on us breaking up. come here though, that’s cute that you don’t want to. i like your lips, they’re sorta nice so i can take one for the team and take all your drunk kisses.

[trevorkappa-blog]

     “everything’s fine, despite the intruder in my room. was there a real reason you came in here was that really all?”

“you attitude is pissing me off so i think i’ll just leave. didn’t know we weren’t on that level, fuck you though. cause we should be.”

[layladtf-blog]

Even after having a break from school, Layla still felt as if it was too short. Rather than relaxing, the girl just had to do something entertaining. She turned up the music on her stereo and began to dance. “Why don’t you join me?” she asked as soon as a random person decided to pass by her.

[trevorkappa-blog]

“Yeah, no. I’m okay over here.” Trevor notes sitting down on a stool. “You haven’t called. Matter of fact you didn’t call, text, or even snapchat. So fuck you.” 

[trevorkappa-blog]

@trevlyons: anyone else watching the basketball team in the tournament right now!?

[gosvde]

trevorkappa:

i have more times than i’d like to admit. people are shitty if they rob others, end of story.

“You’re right about that. I’ve had a little incident before, though. Not recently, but back in my middle school rebel days. I look back on it and laugh, though, ‘cause it was stupid of me and quite funny.”

[trevorkappa-blog]

you get so sassy don’t you? i mean — i can handle all the noelle kisses that the world has to offer me. but i feel like when we get you drunk you’ll be throwing kisses at everyone, which would be equally entertaining to see. i mean you’re not my girlfriend – so i can’t be mad or upset about you kissing anyone else, right?

[emptyyyyyyyyyy]

you act like this is new news to you? i’ll have to test if you can actually handle them. drunk me can’t be trusted so that’s actually quite possible - you would be entertained instead of upset if i did start making out with other people? that seems like i bit of a change. i mean just because you can’t or shouldn’t be mad or upset doesn’t mean you won’t, but i don’t want to kiss anyone else.

[trevorkappa-blog]

“Just because you leave shit in your car doesn’t mean that keeps you from getting robbed. You’re still getting robbed. What happens if they steal your car, too? Do you leave your keys in the car as well?”

i have more times than i’d like to admit. people are shitty if they rob others, end of story.

[trevorkappa-blog]

it’s not cheesy. it’s important information. i’d also want to know who talked shit behind my back. gotta know who to stick by in the afterlife and all that. i’m a yale. obviously i’m not a great actress. fuck you, no. you don’t get to see me cry.

i could tell you that information. noelle is the fakest. she talks about you all the time. that’s good cause crying isn’t exactly my favorite look on any girl.

[trevorkappa-blog]

     “I just wasn’t aware we were on a level of friendship where you were comfortable waltzing into my room. I could’ve been shooting up heroin or hosting an orgy, neither of which you were invited to. — Did you want something besides to burn down my crops and kill my family?”

“damn it’s so nice to see you as well. what’s going on? i thought we were on that level of friendship, sorry for being wrong.”

[trevorkappa-blog]

“Someone holding a gun to your head is most definitely way different than being slaughtered, or having your friends die in front of you. That’s like, robbery or some shit. Not really scary movie material – y’know? But I know where you’re coming from. I wouldn’t try to pick up a fight if someone asked for my belongings with a gun to my head. I have insurance and things on my phone, so I can just get another one for free. And I don’t carry cash, so they won’t do much with my cards.”

sounds like a modern day genius to me. i don’t carry important shit on me, leave it in my car. so people should just rob that honestly.

[rosiegrcham]

      “What are you doing in my room? It might smell like a brothel but it’s definitely not one, contrary to popular belief.”

[trevorkappa-blog]

“Hello to you as well. One of those days or are you purposely being grumpy?”

[trevorkappa-blog]

It’s never too late to celebrate me though. They’d have to be two really layers since I’m not that short – I’m perfectly average height for my ethnicity. Birthday kisses would be nice. I’m going to want a lot of those – do you think you can keep up with the demand of kisses I have, or should I find a backup person to give me some? 

you get so sassy don’t you? i mean --- i can handle all the noelle kisses that the world has to offer me. but i feel like when we get you drunk you’ll be throwing kisses at everyone, which would be equally entertaining to see. i mean you’re not my girlfriend -- so i can’t be mad or upset about you kissing anyone else, right?

[trevorkappa-blog]

maybe how many people had a thing for you but never said anything or.. the amount of times you made someones day or something dumb like that. the fuck? i just said i would start crying. give me a minute, okay?

that’s pretty cheesy. but would be nice information to know. i kind of wanted to see your acting skills. c’mon now, show me the tears. 

[trevorkappa-blog]

Right? Wouldn’t it be kind of cool? Do you really think we swallow a lot of spiders in our sleep though? Say no, ‘cause I might start crying if it’s a legit thing.

what other stats could there be? i wanna know how many times people have talked about me when i wasn’t in the conversation. i mean i just know it’s like a fact that we swallow at least five yearly in our sleep. don’t start crying though.

[emptyyyyyyyyyy]

i want to celebrate my birthday soon. i’m thinking with a cake taller than me and a killer playlist that i can jam out to for sure, but i feel like i’m missing something. thoughts?

[trevorkappa-blog]

Your birthday was forever ago, sorry -- no can do. Plus if the cake was taller than you then it would only need to be like two layers. You’re missing birthday kisses though, the ones I’ll be supplying.

[tfwaudrey]

So do we really just rot in the ground when we die, or do we get to see our statistics? I mean, I’d like to know how many ants I’ve stepped on or how many dicks I’ve sucked in my lifetime. Wouldn’t that be nice to know?

[trevorkappa-blog]

I’m really curious as to how many spiders I’ve swallowed in my sleep. I mean, that’s actually legit. I want my stats too.

[gosvde]

Why do people in horror movies try to fight the person who kidnapped them? Like, yeah… The person who is holding you hostage is honestly gonna stop torturing you after you stab them in the eye or kick them in the groin. Spit in their face again and die, Sally. The key is to befriend them and build trust so they end up liking you and don’t rip your guts out one by one. I’ve got this down, man.

[trevorkappa-blog]

I can’t fuck with horror movies cause you know damn well if someone is holding a gun to your head that you’re going to be fine with that shit. I wouldn’t question it for a second, I’d give them whatever the fuck they want.