I can’t believe I dropped my fucking phone, and it shattered. Of all the fucking times I drop this thing, it had to be today. Just when I thought this week couldn’t get any fucking worse. And it’s so fucking trivial to be angry over, too, but god dammit, it’s been a shitty week for me. The fact that I now have to pay for this when I was saving up for emergency college money is so shitty. And now dad is being even more of a smug bastard, when he has no right. He’s lost FIVE iPhones. Mom’s dropped two in the toilet. I shatter the screen on mine - which can be REPLACED - and all fucking hell breaks loose. I’m so fucking pissed off.
One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.
Doctor Who Cares? - A spinoff in which all is right with the ladies’ storylines and they take custody of the TARDIS every weekend to explore the universe together, defeating misogyny and laughing along the way
do you ever go through your own blog and just smile because even though as a blog it is objectively terrible it’s, like, the only space in the world that is 100% tailored to you and your interests
just bought a bunch of condoms cause i am plan to do a lot of the sex 2nite!
Those are balloons.
I couldn’t decide on one response so here are a bunch of them:
- talk about a blow job
- im going to have to inflate first
- hopefully I dont burst early
- the balloon wont be the only thing kept off the ground
- theres a party in my pants
- i might have to pump it a little first
- im gonna have pop-pop
- haha yeah
another hipster post ruined