Veni, vidi, dormivi
i smell like oranges
Me in the party: Gosh golly! This beat is… Whoo! This beat is… DANDY!
i’m sorry, but this tweet is the best
The scrawls of practice stood magnificently on the wall beside the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed German and Jewish lungs.