the worst part about being an adult is thay its no longer socially acceptable to just roll down a really big hill and then run back up it and roll back down again. “oh is this a syphilis metaphor” passerby would ask. “is this for a tick tock”. no i just wanna come home covered in dirt and scratches and bask in the the solace of childlike mirth
you ever see something and just go thank God i never have to play with this person
i realize i left my wallet at home so i try and make buddy buddy with the guy sitting next to me to maybe coerce him into paying for my drink and he immediately takes out a gun and shoots me dead
