Shuffling his feet through rubble, the remainder of his aged and irradiated mind tried to piece together who he was. These ruins brought a word to the forefront but he couldn't quite place what it was, it's meaning lost to him but the feeling it elucidated flowed through his body and made him feel comfort. The radio crackled and he hardly flinched, his reaction time blown away with the bombs. The song playing through the speakers of the radio brought to mind a woman's face, one who he would have recognized if not for his feral state. A sudden tiredness fell over his shriveled form, and he laid down contendedly.
"Daisy
Daisy
Give me your answer, do
I'm half crazy
All for the love of you"
With his final thoughts, he had a moment of clarity and was able to discern the word that the place and song reminded him of
Home.
Day 4: Radio
My life's going to turn into an 80's movie, and I'm going to be chased around new York and I don't have time for that.
My mom, on her fear of receiving marked money from the mafia
Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.
9 goats because I'm a classy motherfucker
there is a website to find out how many goats you are worth
Go home you stupid potato farmer
My mother from the other room
MY DAD WORKS FOR WELLS FARGO AND HE WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU
Overheard in class
Eeeiiklz what would this even sound like