Puns are the greatest I can’t even.
why do people get so mad about puns? they’re literally the nicest kind of humor. they make nobody feel bad. it’s just clever. sometimes it’s original. learn to like puns. don’t let society run your life
Some may not admit it, but 99% of the anger people experience after a good pun comes from the fact that they didn’t think of it first.
Just like that a life-long bond deteriorated into nothingness. I don’t have much to say anymore other than what’s already been said. I suppose I should feel bad about not feeling bad about the outcome of everything. Honestly I’m not that entirely driven to go and resolve the increasing distance between us. For now, we go our separate ways.
"Write about balloons," he said. "Write about turkey."
And from then on he rattles a list of different nouns and pronouns and even a few nouns that didn’t exist in the English dictionary.
"Yet," he said, definite, as if the future was at the tips of his fingers and all he had to do was wrap his palm around it. Yet at the same time his pupils said that he was lost. Lost in something he couldn’t fathom: something that he could never even imagine to begin to comprehend. How could someone be so sure of one thing but not at all about another?
But he was brilliant and bright as if even the sun’s blazing rays were no match for glimmering of the world he called his own.
I think I want to start some sort of project. I want to send people my thoughts via snail mail. But not a letter in a sense that it’s addressed to someone specifically but something like a diary entry on a small sheet of paper. I will typically post something off of these sheets onto my blog but you’d get the original. So message me your address if you’re interested in receiving one!
Tip: If you’re ever trying to make someone feel better, don’t call them names while you’re at it.
Black Friday Haul:
- Just Dance 1, 2, 3, 4 and 2014 Wii Games
- 2 super comf slippers
- A pack of 4 neon color pencils
- An adventure time poster
- 2 packs of Christmas greeting cards
- 2 single friendship cards
- A colorful skull bracelet
- A pack of dry erase board markers
The need to hear your voice for a few moments can keep me up at night even though I know it’s not healthy to stay up and wait for you. I can’t help myself sometimes.
My attitude towards practically everything is becoming more and more negative. I’m growing increasingly irritable and impatient. I just want out.
AY GURRLLL! LEMME HOLLA AT CHU! I WANNA HIT THAT!
HEY BABY! LET ME HOLLER AT YOU! I WANT TO DO DIRTY THINGS TO YOU!
Hi beautiful! Let me have a minute to talk to you. Want a cup of coffee?
Hello there! I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are. Would you like to go grab a cup of coffee with me some time?
Fifth Draft: Although it is the middle of the night, a dawn breaks and suddenly my eyes are opened. What witchcraft is this? It is as if I had been blind but suddenly I can see and the world is much more beautiful than I had ever imagined. Your beauty has caused me to see the world anew, and I would rather cut off my tongue and be mute forever than to deprive myself of praising your beauty. Oh, what I would give to spend but a moment basking in your presence, to whisper secrets in your ear and make you blush. A moment spent with you is worth a lifetime spent alone!