who wants to fling my awful body into the sun
unbelievable. i have to do everything myself
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Her: The cider on my tongue is hot with false rememberings and that’s what summer means to me
Me: Yo, what the fuck do you ever be talking about?
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grass *getting watered*: nice they want me
grass *getting mowed*: getting some very mixed signals here folks
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