i like pie with some bcon and blah blah and pie and i like toby i’m gonna has his babies SBWJHDFAWFAWHBFHYRKJVBEBIFVVHLVEKVKBKVHJ THERE DONE C:
why do birds like to chew watermellon with their butt gates?
i ust want ot run in the sun and never stop supernatual….. slkdfj fjkdlsa;alskdjf
my nailpolish is taking too long to dry i should have studied more my new pe teacher is okay “GOSPEL TRAIN IS COMING, HERE THE WHISTLE BLOW IF YOU THINK YOU’RE READY, IT’S ALMOST TIME TO GO!”
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So once upon a time I bought some bacon and he said his name was Frank and I told him I really liked bacon and I didn’t think our friendship would last very long. This made Frank very upset but I didn’t give two shits and ate him up anyway. I met another dude he was soap, and he went by Charles. I hated Charles so I threw him in the shower and watched bits of him come apart and go down the drain. hi.
So i’m supposed to type without thinking um typing without hinking pie jesus god i can’t wait for shiloh’s generation to progress why is it going so slowly but i guess that’s my fault i have to pee i have to pee i have to peeeeee
I’m trying to decide what book idea I want to write first. Because I have so many ideas. But I want to see what my writing style is before I write my favorite idea, and create it into a series.
Oh, but for a draught of vintage that hath cooled by the river’s cold embrace, and that which does not lie makes a man yearn for the angel’s wayside. Ever so lightly, the male is cast down, his yoke becoming filial peasantry to his mother’s churlish grounds. And for the father - he takes up his wine and fencing.
There are quite a few other things I should be doing right now than being on Tumblr, yet here I am, sitting in front of my computer and stuffing my face in honor of Pancake Day. I feel like I should be upset with myself for this, and yet, I am not. I am quite content to just sit here and dick around and deal with the consequences later—it’s the way I’ve always been, and I ‘ll probably always be this way. I don’t mind it, and the people who know me don’t mind it either. It’s just part of who I am—a hybrid cross between a languid, kicked-back individual and a hummingbird of a person, jamming through her procrastinated-upon bills and assignments at the speed of light.
Oh my gosh, his laugh is adorable and sweet and lovely and ugh. The smallest drop in the ocean certainly can start a wave of emotion, I’m living proof. Holy shit this song is amazing seriously I’m having an eargasm right now and oh my gosh I’m in love I’m in love I’m in love with this song and I just want to hug and kiss Adam Young for being so awesome and I think I love him holy crap. Aghh what is wrong with me.
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Just so confused. I don’t want to say anything about it because I still want to deny it exists. But in doing that, it’s bouncing around in the confines of my mind and leaving more paint stains there. Maybe I should talk about it. No, that’s weird. It’s all too weird. Nobody would really get it. No, I just don’t want them getting the wrong idea in their head. What is the wrong idea? Why am I holding back? I just don’t know if I want this to be a thing because I don’t see how it could end well. It can’t really end bad either, but still. If there’s no point to it, then why think about it so much? Point or not, I’m stuck with it though. Those songs will always remind me of it. It just seems to make so much sense. But what could ever happen?
DID I JUST WRITE LIKE A PARAGRAPH.
WHAT EVEN
I hope sh ereplys my card oooh rubber bands oh snap i love my camera lol misty misty foo foo foo mumumumu cutie bear the princess the 2nd i suck at typing lol ugg work uggggggg math yellow cup ice ice baby water i set fire to the rain watch it burrrrrrrrrrrrrn see your face i get annoyed by adele i need to use those glitter crayons they are just sitting there. there is something wrong with the fucking t key ttttttt its like stuck ack lol club nikinkdo im going to hell BYEEEEEEEEEEEE
not entirely sure what to do here apart from blahblahblahblah
I should be doing homework huh icecream sounds good. vanilla. have you ever heard the word? the zombies are there. I wonder what would happen if John was my pet. I want him as a pet NOW PET HIM I WANT HIM BENEDICT COME’ERE PLEASE LET ME LICK YOU my brain feels funny Sherlock sherlocksherlockdsherlockireneadler Lucifer WHAT THE HELL, CAS. -SCREAMING- no, don’t believe them, there won’t be peace when you are done! Don’t lay your weary head to rest, DON’T. GET THE MOTHERFUCKING SALT. Reichenbach hurts Arrival of the Birds JohnxSherlock friendship to the end of time itself. Hey old man, rest your head, you’re breaking down inside. Armor’s cracked, set to collapse, damn you don’t you cryy. cookies. I want cookies. bye, it’s cookie time
I had a cactus once and I named him Jerry. Jerry was really freaking me out once because he kept moving around like some sort of paranormal cactus or like a weird breed of weeping angel cactus thing, so i killed him.
