Skips class but only for a few minutes bc I don’t wanna get caught skipping
moms who pronounce the store “target” like it’s french
I bought my fake ID for you
the snack that smiles back. the snack that grins at you, meeting your eyes with cold, dead little dots. the snack that smiles as you eat it and tear off its head at the jaw, smiles as you melt it with your stomach acid, smiles endlessly and forever as you devour it for the pitiful nutrients it gives you.