mark, my words. *mark brings me my dictionary* thank you mark
The second time you find a thumbtack in your root beer float, your despair is much greater than the first time, when you dismissed the thumbtack as a freak accident rather than part of the scheme of a soda jerk, a phrase which here means ‘ice cream shop employee who is trying to injure your tongue,’ and by the twelfth time you find a thumbtack, your despair is even greater still, until you can hardly utter the phrase ‘root beer float’ without bursting into tears. It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.
do you have that person in your life that you love and hate at the same time
it’s like yo you’re an asshole who’s treating me like shit but you’re pretty funny and sometimes when the moon and stars are in the right position you’re hella nice to me
what do i do with you
you stay with them until the planets align and then sacrifice them to satan.
thank will do
"how many times are you going to listen to that song" until the void in my heart is filled