I have to admit, I quite like sunflower bit I made a motivational poster with, the rest of that poem though, woah. They've got creepy obsessive vibes, stalkerish almost. Very strange poetry, and I don't think it's truthful to her real emotions, she's playing angsty emo (look at the profile pic)Sunflowers grow to 6 ft or more. 26 of them grown from seed would be a sight. And wasn't she in an exclusive apartment at the time, they would fill the bloody place.
Quick!! Distract them from my poems!!!
Oh god I only know of men, but they are bad for having a “thing” for bloody anything. Long hair, short hair, dyed hair, straight hair, shaved head, curly hair. That’s just the top of the head....height, weight, eye colour....I'm sure there were a few posts on Twitter or Tumblr about this. Some sort of 'reply in the comments with how many porn categories you fit into', as a slightly cringeworthy social experiment to show how deeply sexualised all types of women are. Either she was referring to that, or, well, she thinks being a food bank mum is a fetish?
She is in FUCKING MANCHESTER isn't she?
Aww, I get you and I think most of us can empathise with the burning shame of being reminded of our angsty poetry. But then I think of the bunny in the garage, the treatment breadcrumbs, the grotty cynical grifting and I’m all like <INSERT ALAN SHRUG GIF>Aww, I'm sorry, I'm an old softy and I can't bring myself to pick on 20 year old Jack's emosh writing. When I was 20 I had ALL THE FEELINGS too and wrote a lot of lyrics that I am incredibly relieved are not held in perpetuity anywhere.
Pics or it didn’t happen (am trying to distract MancBee from the unfolding horror in his postcode)I wonder if she fancied herself as famous singer songwriter? Like Lisa Loeb.
Frauen, tell me what this means:.I have just opened up a large parcel of art materials that I ordered.
Inside the parcel tho...there was a large pair of men's French Connection pants. Wtf. I have not checked to see if they are...worn.
I had to click on the tab. I.......I just HAD to.I found some Jack poetry from 2009. OH. MY. DAYS.
I wish I had an answer for this sickness
That’s growing in my soul
Or at the very least a name 'coz it frustrates me that I can't tell you what it is
No I'm lost for words for once
You used to fill so much of me right up you see me now there's just a hole
And I cant walk straight for all the brandy, yeah don't lecture me, it's just gone 10am
And my heads stuck in my Blackberry
They're all creepy obsessed ex shit, fucking hell fraus, I am hooting at these!!!
Worse yet... if Jack's in MEDIA CITY.She is in FUCKING MANCHESTER isn't she?
Pics or it didn’t happen (am trying to distract MancBee from the unfolding horror in his postcode)
My only regret is that I can only laugh react this once.
I like spoilers, babe. Spoilers.View attachment 543632
Sorry mancbee.... I don't imagine these undergarments will make you feel any better
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