i feel like writing a poem on my boredom. here goes
Once there was a girl named Sunny
Who was so dull she de-evolved into a bunny
When the nightime came
It started to rain
And she sunk even lower in melancholy
yay for me. it was a limerick. i've never written a limerick before. i am so proud.
“We’re still here,” he says, his voice cold, his hands shaking. “We know how to be invisible, how to play dead. But at the end of the day, we are still here.” ~Dax
Teacher: "What do we do with adjectives in Spanish?"
S: "We eat them!"
