but we Russians, we have nothing but our Winter
21. cosplay hopeful, clumsy re-learning artist, sometimes author. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. courting a new-found passion for tea, in a long-standing relationship with british sci-fi shows, and forever appreciating pretty faces. Welcome to my humble a-blog! Proceed with caution and/or heedless abandon.

An ode to those assholes in Azzy’s hallway,

I hate the way you run down the hall
and the way you shout
I hate that you think you’re tough shit
when you’re really worse than gout
I hate your stupid, ugly face
and the noise it makes when you yell
I hate it so much it makes me sick
You should go to hell

I hate it when you come back at night, drunk and shouting slurs
I hate it when you puke and leave the bathroom in a mess
I hate it when you have sex so loud
because in case you didn’t know,
these walls are paper thin
I hate that you’re so fucking loud
and the fact that you never shut up
But mostly I hate the way I will always hate you
Because you are loud,
and really, really disgusting
and I just want to blog in peace.

winchesterwrites