Young Writers Society

well that party failed the bechdel test

I'm not sure I believe you about this "pesto is true happiness" thing

I swear, your uno reverse cards have uno reverse cards

So you don't want to be the kebab, you want to date the kebab.

I am shampooping

I can factcheck ur flashback outfits

I can keysmash louder than you.

I can chew louder than you

I can fart louder than... wait...

So you are a bad car commercial incarnate

Onions and garlic are the flowers I like *in a sing song voice*

i accidentally stepped into another galaxy on my way here and now my foot is gone

Can a like button break your heart?

Existence....having an existential crisis?

consider this poem dishwashed