Farts are the ghosts of the food we eat
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via caseysdeathblog)
i ran out of
the day before yesterday
like leaves pressured into a riot by the wind
there are only a few of us left
and i swore i was going to find time this weekend
to find enough of myself share
i remember when i was too poor to think
literally bus conversations bleeding in
to several retail positions i was working
but now it’s entitled fucks who live above me
that ruin my sleep so i can’t think straight
MASTER HAS GIVEN DOBBY A HAT
I have been laughing hysterically at this all day and texting it to my friends and family.
SJWs at their finest.