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— Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems
[text ID: I confess I meant to grow/ wings and lose my mind/ I confess that I've/ forgotten what for/ Why wings and a lost mind]
ugh I met a cute boy and now he’s talking to me and he’s fantastic please let him be my summer boy he’s so cute and has great music taste and likes cats he’s perfect
update: I have acquired said summer boy he’s prettier than I am and loves science
update: I am in too deep, SOS.
Update: he is now no longer a summer boy, he is also a fall one
Dear God, he still exists
It has been a year and a half… and we are still friends. I am so lucky
2 years later.. still my right hand man
For anyone who cares we have now officially been friends for over 4 years…crazy
lab safety but the teacher just wants you to die
lab safety
- 1. drink whatevers in that beaker. I know you fucking want to.
