My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
Guys…
The artist drew Pluto crying.
;n;
nosce te ipsum
I like the smell of sun on skin and fireworks, late nights and cool breezes, chucks and magic 8 balls, gummybears and buttons, checkers and the ocean, giggles and stockings, kisses and ice lollies, fluffy carpets and skinny dipping, hippies and bubbles, thunder storms and music, sharp metal and cassettes, fire and plaid… love.
I don’t like, the smell of cut grass and gasoline, dry skin and being late, bleary eyes and tripping, sunburns and swallowing big pills, dripping taps and colognes, missing friends and burnt tongues, broken jewelry and soap operas, flashing lights and spongebob, screamo and overused bokeh layers, metal clangs and splinters… hate.
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I don’t like, the smell of cut grass and gasoline, dry skin and being late, bleary eyes and tripping, sunburns and swallowing big pills, dripping taps and colognes, missing friends and burnt tongues, broken jewelry and soap operas, flashing lights and spongebob, screamo and overused bokeh layers, metal clangs and splinters… hate.
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