[strums guitar] i liiike you a lot [strum strum] i admire your character, you make me laaaauuugh [strumming intensifies] YOU LIIIGHT UP MY LIIIIIIIIFE I ENJOY MAKING YOU SMILE [complex arpeggio] BUT I ALSO WANT [slips into minor key] YOUUUUU TO PUT YOUR MOUTH ON MY GENITALS!!!! [abruptly and dramatically finishes with a flourish and one last strong guitar chord] if youre into that i mean no presssure
nah, he ran into her knife
he ran into her knife ten times
HE HAD IT COMING
HE HAD IT COMING ALL ALONG
SHE DIDN’T DO IT
BUT IF SHE’D DONE IT
HOW COULD YOU TELL HER THAT SHE WAS WRONG
i know everyones freaking out about yahoo buying tumblr but maybe just maybe its the beggining of something
“I know things are stressful right now, but trust me, by the end of the month you won’t even remember that scruffy hipster’s name,” Yahoo promised Tumblr, noting all the unnecessary reblog-as-links, the flawed tag system, the general chaos. This poor girl needed a doctor. She didn’t even know she was being mistreated. Kissing her forehead on a whim, she felt the girl warm up under her hands.
Tears welled up in Tumblr’s eyes, though she was obviously doing her best to fight them. “Can you promise me?” she asked, voice thick. “Please promise me that you won’t try to change me?”
“You won’t change. I just want to help, you, T. You have to trust me.”
She gripped Yahoo’s sleeves, a sudden fierceness masking her anxiety. “Promise me,” she said. No— she demanded.
Even though right now all she wanted was to hold T tight, she knew she had to tread delicately here. Change was frightening, even for less volatile sites. She could only imagine how T felt, being traded off like a common toy. “I promise,” Yahoo said, cradling T’s face between her palms so that their eyes met. She hoped her sincerity could somehow be transmitted through their locked gaze, that T could see how much she valued her, how much she wanted to protect her. “I swear on my life.”
She could tell T didn’t believe her. As crushing as that was, though, she would just have to prove to her through actions, not words, that their union would be for the best.
why do i have photoshop
working on pokeballs!! Moved from the floor to the desk because why was I working on the floor in the first place??
I know you hate me too, you always say you do.
gaysexandspells replied to your post: hahah wow I was so tired last night that I didn’t…
You normally get more than five hours?
Mike I am a giant baby I need like 8 hours of sleep or I am dead to the world