HOLY SHIT ONE OF YOU SAW ME IN H&M ON 125th STREET TODAY AND DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING I AM BOTH UPSET AND EXCITED IF ANY OF Y’ALL SEE A FAT MUSLIM CHICK WITH HIPSTER GLASSES ON SPEAKING IN A BRITISH ACCENT SAY HELLO TO ME
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.