i miss you ny.

i miss you ny.

i’m like a knife in a cupcake. i’m sweet on the outside, but i really just want to stab everyone. me
i don't plan on having big bird come in here today.
  • random man leaving the office (while trying to open the big glass door): this door looks like someone could run into it.
  • me (after he finally leaves, of course): if you're a bird maybe.

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