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I just realized that I grew up during a time where the crazy frog was a thing. Like that was an actual thing that happened, that blue fucking piece of shit frog took the world by storm and it even had a tiny dick and all it did was sing annoying songs while racing around sci-fi towns in a distant future on an invisible motorbike. I can’t believe this. How did that happen. Who LET that happen.
YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES
When you’re feeling down and out, REAL friends be like
okay but the guy in blue gets up and hold onto the back of the red guys shirt like a small child or perhaps a duckling
im just a human bean
i just emailed my ict teacher with what i thought was my homework but instead i sent
ok i cant stop laughing omfg
Can I just reblog this again because this is beautiful.
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but the fact that this was made is so significant, so many people need to see this
This one girl accused me of cheating for having female friends (which i wasnt fucking or flirting with but was just cool friends I dont wanna talk to a bunch of niggas all day i need a female perspective on things) she was screaming at me for 20 mins straight
i dont argue back cause im laid back im just like mhmmm mhmmm looking in my phone checking sports scores and on twitter … so at one point she says “was the pussy atleast good my nigga?” i was like “mmhmm that shit was nice and tight” all of a sudden i heard silence i look up shes like
*this is the moment where i knew i fucked up*
just looks at me like that for like 20 seconds “im like bae im just playing.. im just playing…” she runs to the kitchen… and starts going in the drawers “im like shawty u needa chill” im like “im just playing”
she pulls something out all i see was the light beam reflect off it
i get a good look i see this in her hand
im in the couch like
she starts running towards me so i open the door step outside then shut the door from the outside and use all my body weight to hold onto the door knob, She used to run track in highschool so i think she gon catch me so im like nah im not even gon run and get stabbed in the spine
she pulling tryna open it lol im in a project type building on the 12th floor man I was standing there for 43 mins shorty aint have an ounce of quit in her. People walking by laughing hearing her screaming at me
some middle aged lady walked by she was like 50 she was like “mmmmhmmm she caught your ass didnt she”
im like “ma’am help my arms tired”
she was like ahaaa nope “call that bitch you was fucking for help” and walked into her apt
then shorties mom came out the elevator i was like thank god.. she was like oh lord what u do.. i was like “nothingg ma’am she got a knife i swear i did nothing ” her mom was like “kita put the damn knife down im coming in if u stab me imma beat your ass” i feel the pressure get off the door and i make a run for it i see her try to come chase me but her mom blocks her Im sure i coulda beat usain bolt in a race the way i was running
she was really gon stab me, If her moms aint come i woulda still been standing there holding the door to this day
i’ve never re-blogged something so quick in my life.
I fuckin love tumblr stories
The Abbott/Hockey Budget and: Retirement.
no but imagine the tally marks turning black if their love is requited.
and then imagine the tally marks becoming a scar when the one they love dies.
Imagine someone with no tally marks meeting someone with 50 tally marks
Imagine someone with no tally marks starting to like someone with all tally marks scarred
imagine aromantics with no tally marks laughing at this tally mark bullshit system
imagine someone afraid of being in love suddenly getting a tally mark
imagine someone married with a single nice black tally mark has a new one just appear
imagine someone with a single scarred mark that refuses to love again gets a new mark and it’s black
imagine someone who falls in love too easily having a lot of marks
imagine nurses at old people homes taking care of people with scarred marks, black marks, and no marks
Imagine a dolphin with human legs. Like a normal fucking dolphin except it gets up and walks around on human legs. Wouldn’t that be fucking nuts. Just my contribution to this post.
i’ve written most of this paper while sitting in my fire escape because the cold motivates me to type faster so i can go back inside
a bird is hanging out with me on the fire escape
the bird left we’re not friends anymore