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HAHAH GUYS GREATEST MOMENT OF MY FUCKING LIFE.I AM AWESOME.NOW I REALLY KNOW THAT I'M FUCKING MEMORABLE.
makeout bandit x: el ultimo nino: i forgot your friends name
el ultimo nino: amber?
el ultimo nino: beaversmackies
makeout bandit x: ...jenna.
el ultimo nino: wow
el ultimo nino: ok
el ultimo nino: i can't believe it
tangible memoirs: hahaha omfg.
tangible memoirs: fuck pablo.
makeout bandit x: seriously!
tangible memoirs: jesus fucking christ
tangible memoirs: didn't he have a huge crush on me or something.
makeout bandit x: uhm he was like in love with you
tangible memoirs: haha yeah fucking spectacular
tangible memoirs: story of my life kids
tangible memoirs: boys 'love' me and then fucking forget my name.
makeout bandit x: hahah jenna but you must understand, pablo is a minority.
tangible memoirs: marissa, you must understand, you are too.
makeout bandit x: even though we've slept together i dont forget your name
tangible memoirs: thank you.
tangible memoirs: that's something new to me.
FUCKING LOVE IT.
on the upside, however, i wrote a bit of a poem.
start/
Wet snowflakes are falling
And my limbs are going numb
Happier times forgotten in lieu of current days
And while thoughts stream through consciousnesses
In ticker tape constant running time
Sorrows melted in melodies hum in the background
Composed of yes’ and no’s and I never thought I would forget you’s
Songs scream of different things
Of words left unsaid and things covered over
Like footprints in a snowstorm of
Epic proportions
Crawling out of bed and into wrinkled jeans
Faded black tee shirts and a hoodie too thin for the weather
Leaving the solace of the saddest lullaby
/end.
makeout bandit x: el ultimo nino: i forgot your friends name
el ultimo nino: amber?
el ultimo nino: beaversmackies
makeout bandit x: ...jenna.
el ultimo nino: wow
el ultimo nino: ok
el ultimo nino: i can't believe it
tangible memoirs: hahaha omfg.
tangible memoirs: fuck pablo.
makeout bandit x: seriously!
tangible memoirs: jesus fucking christ
tangible memoirs: didn't he have a huge crush on me or something.
makeout bandit x: uhm he was like in love with you
tangible memoirs: haha yeah fucking spectacular
tangible memoirs: story of my life kids
tangible memoirs: boys 'love' me and then fucking forget my name.
makeout bandit x: hahah jenna but you must understand, pablo is a minority.
tangible memoirs: marissa, you must understand, you are too.
makeout bandit x: even though we've slept together i dont forget your name
tangible memoirs: thank you.
tangible memoirs: that's something new to me.
FUCKING LOVE IT.
on the upside, however, i wrote a bit of a poem.
start/
Wet snowflakes are falling
And my limbs are going numb
Happier times forgotten in lieu of current days
And while thoughts stream through consciousnesses
In ticker tape constant running time
Sorrows melted in melodies hum in the background
Composed of yes’ and no’s and I never thought I would forget you’s
Songs scream of different things
Of words left unsaid and things covered over
Like footprints in a snowstorm of
Epic proportions
Crawling out of bed and into wrinkled jeans
Faded black tee shirts and a hoodie too thin for the weather
Leaving the solace of the saddest lullaby
/end.