I'm Tibs. I like english but I don't like essays. I like poetry and I like short stories that don't make much sense but use useless repetition or hidden repetition or things that don't rhyme. And I love a boy called Rooney very much. I will write a poem about him soon. x |
Sat in a room
And feeling disjointed...
The splashed light dapples the courtyard
Makes pony-patterns on the pebbles...
Break Dance, Not Hearts x |
"It's like, how much more black could this be? |