The laundromat brutality murdered two of my favorite shirts, dismembered three cute pairs of underwear, and made all my socks toddler sized.
I hate everything so much right now.
like what else was expected from me? my baby as my favorite superhero. there’s no way i wasn’t gonna do something about it
- I don’t know the original source/artist/poet. Found it on net and sharing.
oh no its fine, its not like my heart wasn’t already shattered before i read this.