my economics textbook sees a bright future ahead
this sign is hanging up in my moms office
i like how the deer in the back is like “Why the fuck aint she playin me no song?”
whatever bitch the flute is gay as fuck anyway
this website has no chill
this was just all too much
when you are forced to laugh at your teachers jokes
I HAVE A COOL TAIL WOAH
Fuck me with your claws. Stick your dick in my vagina and stick one crab claw in my ass and one in my mouth. Impregnate me with lobsters. I want to become the mother of a shellfish.
@staff remove this blog immediately
how to tell if someone is really bisexual:
- if a true bisexual utters their name backwards, it will send them back to their home dimension for a minimum of 90 days.
- fire type bisexuals will always be able to learn the move solarbeam, unless they are flareon.
- biologically, bisexuals are incapable of going down stairs.
- some bisexuals are unable to cast a shadow, though this is currently up for debate
is 2am an emotion
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.