Fucking Hate Summer Sometimes - Tumblr Posts

This grim scene is set with me, hunched and stalking my prey on this hot summer night, my weapon in hand, my senses sharp. I hear its accursed battle cry, and it fills me with rage. I must avenge every last drop of blood. My boyfriend sleeps sweetly in our bed. The beast is on him. I have enough sense to just swat it away. I lose the sight of it, yet I still hear its devilish whine. My vigil continues. I solemnly nod to the spider that strung its web over our window. May your bounty be rich tonight. Summer is hell.