honestly, i should have just left those bastards in my mouth
Why must you dig into my sides
Slip and slide?
Require adjustment in public
And let your straps twist and turn?
Why must you catch food
That I then discover later?
And get tangled in the washer
So I look like an idiot trying to pull you out?
You were always there for me on cold days
Or times when I needed a run
But sometimes I wonder if you care at all
Or are just a bloody cunt
I’m such a poet.
But no. Seriously. Are you a cunt.
Everyone who follows me needs to reblog this.
i’ll take what i can get