when i was in year 5, i did a speech on clumsiness for my school’s public speaking contest and to be clever, i tripped on my way to the stage dropping my note cards all over the place, but then i pulled the real ones out of my pocket saying ‘if you’re going to be clumsy, it pays to be prepared!’
everyone lost their shit and i got second place
If you got second place who got first… Did they talk about fire safety and burn the stage down or something
how do we even decide what our favorite colors are, are our brains just like “i like green because yea”
Do twins have the same sized dick?
now we’re asking the real questions
As a twin, I can say my dick is definitely bigger than my sister’s.
when someone really cute calls you cute first
I don’t mind clingy. In fact, I appreciate it more. When you constantly tell me you miss me, or get worried when I don’t respond quickly. Because it shows that you actually care about me, and if I truly like you, nothing you do will ever annoy me.
the guy who played all of the oompa loompas in charlie and the chocolate factory is named deep roy
Deep roy the chocolate boy
im sorry if ive ever told you the same story twice its just that i dont have an interesting life and cool things rarely happen to me
there isn’t a nicer sentence to hear from someone you love, all i hear is:
i wish i could have played with you as a child, i wish we knew each others families, i wish we spent all our carefree, easier time together, i wish i could have held your hand when you were scared, i wish we could have been exposed to all our new experiences together, i wish we could have sang together, spent our birthday’s together, seen one another laugh, cry, hurt and fall down, i wish we believed at one point we could have been anything and everything together, because we were too young to know any different, i wish you could have shaped me and i you, i wish we could have grown, evolved and loved together.
Just message me something. Anon or not. Whatever you feel like saying, say it.
This past week has been such a roller coaster. I was sick for most of last week with whatever the fuck is being passed around like candy, But I do have to say, that it was one of the best weeks I’ve had in a while, all because Mark came home. Mark is just like a brother to me. He’s one of my very best friends. He had left a few months ago to do basic training for the marines, which is very great of him to want to do. He found out about two weeks before he graduated basic that he has a hole in his heart. The training and shit he was putting his body through was horrible for it. He was absolutely devastated. But you know what? He pulled through those two weeks, just to be able to say that he did it. He’s a marine, regardless of what happens. That was so inspiring to me. Of course, I punched him for being an idiot and pushing himself like that. But overall, I’m super proud of him. He’s back for two weeks, and hopefully he will get this situation checked more thoroughly and see what happens from here. I’m just praying so much that he is going to be okay. Love you, bubba. Stay strong. <3