His palms are sweaty, knees weak
arms spaghetti
there’s vomit on spaghetti already
mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
to drop bombs
but he keeps on spaghetti
Whenever anybody tells you something about themselves, respond with an incredulous, “In this economy?”
i want a tree house
I CANT STOP LISTENING TO THIS SONG.






