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“They’re gazebos! They’re bullshit!”
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Things I’ve Said to my Puppy: A Starter Collection
“Man you’re awkward. I mean, ridiculously beautiful but damn, grow into yourself.”
“What the ever-loving heckin’ heck are you eating now?”
“Excuse me sir, you can’t read.”
“You really have that ‘I don’t know how I fit into the world’ vibe about you.”
“That’s not polite.”
“You don’t even rise until you’re addressed. I’m digging your obedience.”
“Sit like a gentleman.”
“That’s not yours, friend.”
“That’s right. Listen to me and pretend to have an idea of what I’m talking about. I get that a lot.”
“I didn’t pay all this money for you not to be a cuddler.”
“Wanna go for a ride?”
“Show me your cop face.”
“I’m not a fan of you licking my teeth. Please don’t.”
“Okay; we’re done here.”
“Oh no, the postman! How ever will we survive now?!”
“You’re gonna be rude? Okay, you’ve lost the pleasure of my presence.”
“The piano isn’t evil, it’s just unpleasant to hear when I’m touching it.”
“Hey neighborhood watch, what’s going on with the town today?”
“We really don’t need to—oh we’re peeing in the garden now, that’s a thing.”
“I draw the line at shredding things.”
“What the heck is going on with your teeth?”
“No, you’re not helping.”
“We’ve all pooped. It’s your turn.”
“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, I’m just saying I don’t see anything.”
“I know you’re a blanket snatcher but you can’t snatch this blanket.”
“Oh, you want to help?”
“Leave him alone, he’s just trying to take a walk.”
“Right, right, defend your castle.”
“I wish I looked that beautiful having no idea what’s going on.”
“How do you get one?”
“This is not what I asked for.”
guess I have to make it known or something. I have dyslexia. And I do not really appreciate getting anons about my errors in typing sometimes. This was over on another blog but I am gonna post this psa here since it is the same fandom. Idk WHO it was but I would greatly appreciate if you message me, I’m not mad, I just wanna explain how fucking hard it is to even roleplay with dyslexia. I just wanna talk.
i think i found my rp soulmate..
The person I reblogged this from has a quality blog and I recommend you all follow them
poem meme / pieces of a man, gil scott-heron content warning for addiction, suicide and violence.
i’m on my way home.
just what am i living for?
you’re always haunted by the past.
ever feel kinda down and out? you don’t know just what to do.
and tell myself i got to be alone.
home is where the hatred is.
and if you don’t get help quick, you won’t make it through the day.
this world of ours. always torn by wars.
the questions can’t be answered.
i saw him go to pieces.
which way is the road to peace?
people wake up every morning and simply push their lives aside.
if i follow my mind, i know i’ll slaughter my own.
a brand new sense of freedom.
i’m gonna take myself a piece of sunshine and paint it all over my sky.
every morning when you wake up, you put on a new disguise.
i sail out on my paper ship. the sea is made of fire.
i left three days ago, but no one seems to know i’m gone.
go away. i can’t stand to see your face.
home was once an empty vacuum that’s filled now with my silent screams.
i’m in a box. i’ve got no place to go.
and in the darkness of the dawn, i get down on my knees.
the revolution will not be televised.
home is where the needle marks try to heal my broken heart.
he was always such a good man.
stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why.
i pretend that i’m an iron man. yeah, instead of flesh and bone.
and you know that no one will ever miss you.
man at the crossroads. at odds with an angry sky.
it seems that thunder rules my life.
here i am after so many years. hounded by hatred and trapped by fear.
the world’s full of children who grew up too fast.
how long did you think it would take me to realize?
and now i hear the sound of sirens come knifing through the gloom.
yeah, but where can you run?
they seem to carry all their feelings. crushed and crumbled up inside.
why should i survive on sadness?
but there ain’t no peace on earth, man.
when i’ve seen everything there is to see and i know that there ain’t no sense in crying.
god, but did you ever try to turn your sick soul inside out so that the world can watch you die?
Say it ain't so, I will not go.
Turn the lights off, carry me home.
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