I’m in such a specific mood today. Like, it’s gorgeous outside so I drove with my windows down and I’m in a good mood but also kinda feeling bratty so I listened to super sassy music realllllll loudly. Think I’m gonna sit on the back deck tonight and write spme angst like a goddamn adult BECAUSE I DON’T GIVE A FUCK

writing-prompt-s:

Write a ghost story entirely in poem form.

This ghost is a big pervert who likes to watch me shower.
I’d maybe try an exorcism, but I don’t have the power.
Guess I’ll have’ta deal with a spirit in my home–
Just gonna hope he’s fine seeing me doused up in foam?