Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I then returned to the chair to continue my divine act of creation. Hot blood swished in my head as my mighty pen stole across the page.
im such a fucking jealous asshole i pretend like i dont care but i care so much im gonna explode
Whether you believe you can or believe you can’t, you are absolutely right.