Izzasaurus.
Because your time means nothing here.
So stay and party!
So stay and party!
Sometimes when you scream at the world, sitting on top of your roof to get away from “Mommy dearest”, you wish that the world would take a vicious turn for the worst (or in your case, the south) and knock you off of that roof.
Skinning your knees, and with heavy eyes, soaked from sweat and tears
You walk yourself back in that house that you belong to.
I don’t like photos
I don’t like the month of April
I don’t like that blasted roof.
