THIS IS NOT A LINE, THIS IS SIMPLY MY LIFE
MY BLOG SUCKS AND I WISH I HAD MY OWN COMPUTER SO I COULD DEDICATE MORE TIME TO IT BUT SEEING AS HOW I DON’T, I MIGHT JUST DELETE IT AND START ANOTHER ONE WHEN I HAVE MY SHIT TOGETHER. AND IT VILL BE AMAZING. x
this has been a tumblr psa~
Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Saving up to buy some clothes
Keeps a ten bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she’s a go-getter
Takes him out to look at the queen
Only place that he’s ever been
Always shouts out something obscene
Such a dirty old man
Such a dirty old man
Mean Mr Mustard, The Beatles
one of my favorites on my Abbey Road record, the only vinyl i own, ):
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And I’m talking to myself at night
Because I can’t forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
This mouse danced with death when it tucked itself into the lunch of a hungry leopard. Like a little child and seemingly unaware of the beast towering over it,
the mischievous rodent grabbed at scraps of meat thrown into the African Leopard’s enclosure. But instead of pouncing on the tiny intruder, the
12-year-old leopard, called Sheena, appeared to be afraid of the daring mouse and kept her distance. At one stage she tried to nudge the
mouse away with her nose, but the determined little guy carried on chewing away until he was full.
I am this mouse.
if this b calls my mom fat one more time, i’m gonna tell her she looks like she swallowed two of her fat husbands.
there is something about being in a class with him that makes me really really really happy but really really anxious and hostile at the same time.
why can i still not get over the past.
