When a pen dies
- Me: There were times I didn't even think you were a pen.
- Me: But let me tell you this, you were the best writing utensil
- Me: The most pen... pen that I've ever known.
- Me: And no one will ever convince me that you ran out of ink, so there.
- Me: I was so alone, writing an essay, and I owe you so much.
- Me: But please there's just one more thing, one more thing
- Me: One more miracle, Pen, for me
- Me: Don't be... dead.
- Pen:
while everyone in my photography class was out taking pictures i changed all of the backgrounds on their computers to nicolas cage
they weren’t amused
what if humans lost all their skin every winter and walked around as skeletons and the trees get pissed when they have to rake all our skin off their lawns
how high are you
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im going to name my kid pregnant so they can be like “hi im pregnant” and everyone will stand there all mortified
