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!”
smosh
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.
I dont understand why Harry Mason is all CHERYL CHERYL bro I mean god dang man we get it you’re looking for your little daughter short black hair just turned seven. Man shoot there so many CHERYLS it’s silly. We got CHERYL from that darned Shattered Memories and Heather Mason and that crazy Alessa so it like NEVER ends. Cheryl, Cheryl everywhere. And then we got Alex Shepard, man alive is he a cool guy. He looks high and low for Josh and is all like, “MAN SHOOT I NEED TO FIND MY BRO” And stuff and Bioshock and Jack Ryan and golf clubs and this is driving me crazy I really need to stop thinking about Silent Hill or I will go nuts or something. And I like Sherlock. I wish that was playing instead of NCIS for like 5 hours. God dang it NCIS go away.
Jesus christ what did I just type.
Bring on the smampson brights i can’t get enough of dem tights. Dag yo i got some mad trippin griping pipes. a lot of people have used the word pie when they typed i think it may be a subliminal things perhaps mayhaps idk my bff jill. Things happen all the time but sometmies there are trains. And those trains are running on the hopes and dreams of children but then i stomp on them and kick over the trains with my fists clenched while wearing rain boots like i’m some piggy tailed toddler throwing a fit. Rawr rawr rawr.
(Source: effyeahpegasister)
