Literature
Forever And Always
T'was a cold winter's afternoon, the date, December twenty-fourth, the time, four past noon, the location, a mediocre coffee shop in New York, the person, Karkat Vantas. He was sitting alone in one of those shitty booths, waiting for his shitty coffee, thinking about how shitty the weather was with all of this shitty snow and shitty cold air and how everyone was singing that shitty Christmas music. Shitty shitty shitty. Live was fucking shitty.
"Hey Kar, got our motherfuckin' coffee bro."
Okay, now life was less fucking shitty, but Karkat was intent on not showing that to the one who sat across from him. "Thanks fuckass..." He muttered as G