im not supposed to be on tumblr...and i didn't log in or anything but i know who reblogs the most and i checked their blogs for blackout selfies and some of them made me cry and everyone was so beautiful and black people are amazing. And I used to hate myself but I feel so much love towards myself and others today and it is definitely all thanks to blackout :'---)
and when i opened up the can of soup, it was half full of some foul smelling broth, and i think my mom left something inside because as I tugged on the of the can it split on the counter and spilled everywhere, and the alphabet letters left behind on the floor spelled, 'thats it'. In general Keegan thought that was a sign for their life but it happened to just be a day that involved slipping on the ice while walking into school, accidentally mistaking a handshake for an awkward hug that would take years to forget about, and then the debut, you're relaxed in the hot shower until it turns cold, and someone screams (your cat) because it's going crazy and needs some food, and you make yourself the last bit of canned food you can find, tuna for kitty and half a can of soup / scooping the letters doesn't seem as bad when you remember the man reading comics on the bus, his laughter exploded into the silence, and it took a minute for everyone to turn their music back on and put in their noise canceling headphones, and for 15 seconds you took yours off, set down your copy of Norwegian Wood, and started laughing with him because why not. / Jesus Janice, don't you think it's a little strange that you smile at every little kid? Someone is gonna report you to the feds as a child molester / She combed her hair all the way back and started chopping pieces off like orchestrating in a symphony, swift moments for the violin players, and then deep low chops for the drum players, and the smalls clips and snips that made music like a flute / middle school band was such a joke--Drake's mom made about $10 dollars a concert off used airplane earplugs / can you spell desperation / spelling tests where every kid knows the words except you, spelling isn't the most important school kiddo, and I mss the way you rustle my hair even though mom said it would make me too boyish / it's weird but I kept the handprint of yours by gluing it to your palm and like a plaster I peeled it off just in time, because sometimes a familiar hand to hold is better than antibiotics, or green juice that supposes it will heal all your ailments / i wish I could say that my teeth hurt more than my head, in a crowd of dentists that may sound weird, but you'd know it's just for attention, because all these words are choking me, i need to get out at least 60,000 a day, but in this habitat im too sick to use my voice / i dream and i may fall asleep if the grass grows back this year / don't count on it babe
sorry mom i'd rather wear the shirt with icecream stains,
casey
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