sweet dreams are made of cheese
who am I to diss a brie
I cheddar the world and the feta cheese
Everybody lookin’ for string cheese
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
are you satan
I wish someone genuinely appreciated me… Like, not just a, “Oh it’s nice to see you today,” but someone who actually would get excited when I texted them, someone who looked forward to spending time with me, someone who trusted me. I feel like my entire existence is just… whatever. I’m just kind of here… and that’s the extent of it.