spicy

almost done with finals

i realized a couple seconds ago

that my life is about as vanilla as

this chai tea latte from starbucks that i'm drinking

/firstworldproblems

(i did it ironically - ugh i can't even type that

without wanting to kill so many things

that i wish i had the power to make things come alive

just so i can kill them, including this lame desk

and my hopeless umbrella

and all this dental jive around me) 

and your post-ly lyrical anecdote:

"every time i think of you/
i feel shot right through with a bolt of blue."

how exquisitely decadent