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slythermint:
when i was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band he said, “son when—”
when i was
a young boy
my father
took me into the city
to see a marching band
he said, “son when—”
jalex5eva:
jalex5eva: why did the pop punk kid cross the road to get out of this town
why did the pop punk kid cross the road
to get out of this town
macarena-of-time:
My personality varies from unbearably clingy to disturbingly distant and there is no inbetween
quazza:
i am reminded that english is a flawed language every time I am forced to use “that that” in a sentence
