We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day! But anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch ch ch
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no)
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no)
He said that all my hair would disappear
Now, look at my head (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (óye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you
Um, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabella, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?
Óye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says, "It looks like rain"
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane he's here
Don't talk about Bruno, no (why did I talk about Bruno?)
Not a word about Bruno
I never should've brought up Bruno!
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everyone go follow @pupppington my delicious new blog
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everyone go follow @pupppington my delicious new blog
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going to sexy remake my blog
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What if rihanna was australian......cunt better have my pounds
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Almost summer and the cats are in full bloom…
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elderly man reading a pokemon creepypasta and believing every word of it
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loving ur theme teazer :) hi <3
hi sticky ricky thank u <3
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i support clowning as a profession like hardcore and if i were able to i would be a clown myself but i think professional clowns that hate scary clowns & clown scare actors and are really vocal about it are fucking obnoxious. putting down someone else's profession because you, personally, feel like it makes you look bad...for whatever fucking reason, does not make you better than them! it actually just makes you an asshole. a clown in the nonliteral sense, if you will.
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i love using christianity as an aesthetic
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honestly white people have to stop using japanese culture as their shitty punchline. stop saying "sempaii uwu" and "kawaiiiii~~~~" as cheap punchlines and making constant sex jokes in butchered japanese as if sexualizing asian cultures for humor is a brand new fresh idea for white people to wring dry. having a weeb phase in high school made you all so comfortable being outright racist
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going to remake my fucking carrd when i get home
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pictures that make you realize your post sucks ass
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“i’m cool and sexy and have correct opinions” no I’M cool and sexy and have correct opinions. you are a dsmp fan
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