Today my mom wasn’t home, so my eight year old sister asked me to set some words for her so she could write her daily sentences. I knew she did them every day, but I’ve never bothered to read them before.
My sister is a lot of things. She’s extremely smart, fairly quiet, and absolutely hilarious. But today I learned two new things about her:
a) my sister does not have a way with the written word
b) my sister is addicted to crack cocaine
I don’t know what the fuck she’s smoking but I want in on it sweet baby jesus I did not know what to do with myself while I was reading some of these
what is wrong with her
I don’t even understand what some of these mean
(things you should know: I am natalie, and her “silkys” are two little silk & velveteen blankets she’s slept with since she was born.)
I am beginning to be a horse.
surrealist poetry t b h
(via kidscrappy)
They should be friends!
It would be so fun!
Apparently hair dye and coloured contacts are not a uniform violation.
Because this isn’t like Aphorism at all.
I have come to flood your dash with useless fan art (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*
