((I really don’t mean to sound like a whiny brat, which I suppose will be a bit inevitable considering the topic of this post or whatever, but still. Please don’t take me as too much of an asshole.
But I’m considering deleting this blog. Like, I’m considering, meaning I may not, but still. I don’t feel like Azazeal’s really gone the way I wanted him to, he’s too much a whiny douchebag. I’m practically incapable of character development, so that just makes it worse. And then, hardly any of you thread with me anyway- again, I’m seriously not trying to sound whiny I’m just saying, I don’t know what to do about all this.))
i didn’t know if this was meant to happen or
I have no idea and I’m sorry
Where do I start… to even look for forgiveness…?
Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…
These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
- Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”
THERE WE GO!
DUDE THAT IS AWESOME
Now someone sing it!!