could you please put your crying kid on vibrate
Boccherini, Stabat mater - XI. Quando corpus morietur
The King’s Consort - Robert King
Quando corpus morietur,
fac ut animae donetur
I walked into my parents’ seemingly empty bedroom looking for nail clippers when as if from nowhere, a voice came.
I look around and there is no-one in sight. The voice came again.
Voice: “What are you up to?”
I realised that the voice was coming from the other end of the room, I climbed over the double bed and found my dad lying on the floor, wrapped tightly in a blanket which is pulled up to his chin, staring up at me from the narrow gap between the bed and his wardrobe.
Me: “Looking for nail clippers. What are you doing down there?”
Dad: “Having a peaceful nap”.
Me: “How long have you been here?”
Dad: “…Maybe an hour”.
Me: “But you have a bed. Never mind, shall I leave you to it?
Dad: “Yeah that’d be nice, bye”.
my seventeenth birthday is in a few weeks…and I’m actually kind of sad…i really like being sixteen
but if your sixteen you cant be the dancing queen
thank u little bread stick that made me feel better
this is the best thing to happen to one of my text posts