3-second clip posted to youtube of the goth girl from the breakfast club saying “It’s a double-edged sword”, with about 10-20 men with usernames like “SwordWomanWanter” and “IWouldLikeASwordWife” commenting things like “Very nice sword girl video” and “Never seen this film but had a fun time imagining her holding a sword, thanks”
They are, and I was having fun until I got to sit down and think about everything again and that was just a terrible decision…I’m glad you didn’t get lynched.
You shouldn’t have stopped moving, yo. You stop moving and then, boom, you can’t go forward. It made sense in my head, but typing it makes me seem high. I’m not high. Being lynched is on the bottom of my list, but to be fair, those rednecks had it coming. It was terrible.
Well I probably just confused them more than anything…and a playground because my friends and I were killing time before a festival and wanted to do fun things, but even the playground didn’t make me happy. It was upsetting all around
I’m sorry, play grounds are a place for joy and cutting open your face when you land on the ground, not sadness (unless you just cut open your face). One time, my friend and his girlfriend broke up, so my cousins and I took him to this county fair thing. But it was terrible and full of rednecks, and I swear that if we were there a minute longer, we’d have been lynched.
So I was at a thrift store and I see this little cat lamp.
I was like “Aye yo, no homo, but ya’ll are fuckin’ adorable.”
So I bought the lil’ guy and took him home to plug him in.
Then I was like “No.”
IT IS POSSIBLE THAT WE AS A FAMILY HAVE ACQUIRED A JESUS DILDO FROM MY GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE
it is definitely a dildo
do you go to confession after using this
May the Lord be in your heart and help you to confess your sins with true sorrow.
Well actually, Father, Jesus was more than in my heart.
Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
what i like especially is the second slide. like idk if people think about this much, but one of the worst parts about dating for a gay person is the actual process of finding someone to date.
it’s pretty much a lottery, really. you just gotta hope that you live in an area with a sizable lgbt population. it really sucks when you can count with your fingers how many dateable people live in your area, and all of them are incompatible with you for one reason or another.
and then if you happen to live in one of those types of areas, your straight friends will start to try to “set you up” with other people simply because they’re gay.
straight boys are so gay it’s mind-boggling
I don’t know how to deal with breakups either. The only time I’ve been “broken up with” was more of a “break” and involved me weirding little kids out as I sat on a playground and stared blankly into the distance… I’m glad you were mainly hungry.
Hungry and sadness are pretty interchangeable for me. That’s why there’s going to be buffets at every funeral that I host.
Wow, you creeped kids out? Why a playground? I mean, I’m barely out of elementary school, and I haven’t been to one in at least… 4 years.
Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort as dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.
Cover by: tehishter
Not everyone likes getting over sadness with ice cream and rom coms. When I’m sad I want to be cuddled but I also want to be alone but I also want to be surrounded by people you feel me? And I can’t see how rom coms are helpful for breakups…
I don’t know how to deal with breakups! I’m not allowed around people who’ve recently been broken up with anymore (I made my cousin cry for hours about her earlobes, I’d rather not get into that). All I know is what I’ve seen on tv/movies! Which is, eat ice cream, have a bunch of straight chicks over, and watch rom coms. Besides, I’m over the sadness, I just ate some chex mix, it turned out, I was hungry.
Oh my god, anon, I’m gonna fucking cry. That’s literally one of the nicest things anyone (who didn’t birth me) has ever told me. Thank you.
There is literally a few fucking tears forming, just so you know.