Fuck ‘Born to be Wild’
I am born to be pampered, wrapped in cotton wool and hand fed pizza while someone rubs my belly and calls me pretty.
Me: Do you think we could maybe, possibly, by any chance get a kitten?
Mum: Hmmm...No, I don't think so.
Me: But mum, it's a kitten. A cute little kitten. A fluffy family friend to pad around the house and keep our feet and hearts warm. Warm with love. Fluffy love. Fluffy kitten love.
Mum: I just don't think-
Mum: That getting a kitten-
Mum: Is a good idea-
Mum: I was thinking more like getting three kittens.
Mum: Otherwise they might be lonely.
Mum: ... Hello?
Me: I love you.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
to whomever wrote this