Sokka: May I sit here?
Zuko:
Zuko: That's my lap
Sokka: That doesn't answer my question.
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Today's Document
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@bettterdays
Sokka: May I sit here?
Zuko:
Zuko: That's my lap
Sokka: That doesn't answer my question.
Why would you ever hide this in the tags
don’t hold back compliments, it could make someones day
i miss when personality quizzes didnt require so much brainpower like whatever happened to questions like “which biome would you rather live” where i would simply scroll until i saw forest. now i have to try to decipher long ass quotes about like love and shit? pass. i don’t have a brain
USE HEADPHONES
Sam: okay, let’s stop using the term ‘butthurt’, we’re not twelve anymore
Cas: you sound a little asstroubled
Dean: a little bootybothered if you ask me
Gabriel: someone’s having a tushytantrum
Just in case you were feeling discouraged.
you better watch out. you better watch out. you better watch out. YOU BETTER WATCH OUT.
university is just *makes appointment* *fills water bottle* *updates google calendar* *buys shitty campus food* *answers emails* *makes another appointment* *stares at review page for thirty minutes* *laptop battery dies* *eats all your snacks as soon as you get to the library* *more emails* *walk behind slow people*
are you a writer who can’t write beginnings or can’t write endings?
i’m a writer who can’t write
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.
The only realistic gay/straight interaction
pure of heart!!!!!!!!!! dumb of ass...............