
Write me a poem with math word.
I’m over google.
So you want everyone else to make sacrifices.

“Taken out of context, I must seem so strange” – Ani D

Here’s to another made up holiday. Let’s get lit.

Blondes are Dangerous. Fact.

It’s my party and I will cry if I want to. Or not. Please stop crying.

Wait. It’s my house that’s on fire.
