do you ever just get
that’s my friend
The year is 2020. Robin Thicke’s ten year old son is writing a poem for school. Stumped, the child turns to his father, “Dad, what rhymes with ‘hug me’?” A single tear roles down Robin Thicke’s face as he is confronted with the one question he will never be able to answer.
I don’t hate people. I just feel better when they aren’t around.
If they don’t need you, it’s okay. You don’t live for other people.
your tattoo says ‘only god can judge me’ yet here i am
i’m not kidding the worst sound ever is the crack in the voice of a person who is about to cry