breakfast

[takinbackmonday]

Ya so I was really thinking during breakfast this morning. This is something that I often don't do. It seems that my mind is usually to caught up in its own sadness to really think about life. So my mom made pankcakes while my dad beat me upstairs. Sometimes I wonder if she even knows or if she cares. As I stared at my breakfast I realized that the

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~Julia

[anonymous]

Your mom MAD pancakes, gosh that is so poetic and soft yet so vivacious and intense, like the hot sweat during kinky sex or the blood soaking up the battlefields of war (ANARCHY4eva)
i mean i wish my mom would MAD pancakes, everytime she hears the phone...its ringing (and she doesnt hear that half the time)