This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear, my blood parasite group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bi-monthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculous Friday night. Marla…the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn’t cry, so once again I couldn’t sleep.
IS
IS THAT
NEVILLE?!!?
captain tumblr, because patriotism based on geographic location won’t make sense for much longer.
also because lol why not.
Shot in my jaw. Awesome.
that means i was shot/stabbed in the ass. lovely.
…my ass?
…The inside of my thigh?
Holy shit, I have one on my knee. I TOOK AN ARROW TO THE KNEE YOU GUYS.
APPARENTLY I DIDN’T DIE IN A PAST LIFE.
wait
I have a birthmark on my face that only really shows up when I’m sick.
What does that mean? :D
Holy shit my neck was sliced open and I bled to death D:
….My upper lip, the side of my torso… And two on my ass.
I think…. I-I don’t know.
It’s obvious. You were killed while having sex.
Shot in my jaw. Awesome.
that means i was shot/stabbed in the ass. lovely.
…my ass?
…The inside of my thigh?
Holy shit, I have one on my knee. I TOOK AN ARROW TO THE KNEE YOU GUYS.
APPARENTLY I DIDN’T DIE IN A PAST LIFE.
wait
I have a birthmark on my face that only really shows up when I’m sick.
What does that mean? :D
Holy shit my neck was sliced open and I bled to death D:
