Official reason as to why I love driving alone in my car : I get to go wherever i want whenever i want and that is freedom
Real reason as to why I love driving alone in my car : singing Wicked at the top of my lungs
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Official reason as to why I love driving alone in my car : I get to go wherever i want whenever i want and that is freedom
Real reason as to why I love driving alone in my car : singing Wicked at the top of my lungs
I have seen it and no word can grasp the feelings I have.
I’m 100% planning a « Road to endgame » series of gifset like I did with Infinity War.
Except this time I’m gonna finish it.
Hopfully.
Me : *reads texts for university essay*
Text : 12 pages
Me : Can’t they write smaller text like omg i don’t have time for so many *changes text*
New text : 55 pages
Me :
lmao someone on discord called steve rogers “Captain Trump” like okay you don’t like the character but sit yo ass and calm the fuck done you’re spitting bullshit
Ooooh also forgot to tell you guys but i’m going to Italy for 3 mooonths 😁
Yesterday I was playing with my cousin, his girlfriend and her cousin on Fortnite (yes I know, cringe intensifies whatever not the subject). And they are like 12-13 years old I believe ? And we were playing and talking and then the two girls were suddenly arguing about. Beauty.
And they were self depreciating themselves so much. « I’m not pretty. You’re pretty. » and all that crap. And at some point I was like « Girls. Being pretty doesn’t matter » and the only response i got was « Of course it does ». And they didn’t believe that I have never worn make up. They thought it was impossible that a girl didn’t care about being pretty and wanted to wear make up. This is like, so sad.
I have too much original story ideas right now. Feels good because it’s been a while since I’ve had any, but should I write the story inspired by the fact my sister hates me or my good old superhero team story?