no one talk to me every time i think about jayvik a new thought pops into my head about them and suddenly i’m in more in shambles than i was before. i hate gay ppl ❌❌❌🙅
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no one talk to me every time i think about jayvik a new thought pops into my head about them and suddenly i’m in more in shambles than i was before. i hate gay ppl ❌❌❌🙅
The sun greets me with its gleam, dancing through the window and calling me to day. My cat meets me with his weight pushing on my ribs. My eyes open and he speaks, “How I hope they do not kill me, for the crime of being small.” A lesson of empathy begins as the first goal for the tiny beast is to share understanding through his newfound words. He invites me to listen to the uttering arising out of him, begging that I hear. “Do not let my size depict my worth, for I have done nothing wrong, cars sprawl towards me, praying that they hit, myself, a creature of Gods.” We travel to the kitchen as the day has just begun, I pour ourselves some water. Perhaps we would be meeker if the earth could hear each other, from birds to bears, from ants to kings. The tiny beast goes on, “if there’s no consequence for wrath, instead I ask for mercy.”
We walk out of the house, furthering our journey, we come across a grasshopper, with a tired voice she speaks, “I hope they do not kill me, though my death would take no toll, I know my body is too little, to weigh down heavy on a soul.” Though humans have been cruel, perhaps there is still time to change the world for good. A rapid state excites my soul as I sprint into the town, pleading with the locals, “please please, there's time to change, open up your hearts, listen to their words.” They chant back despite my beg, “Recall your words! We mauled the world to be at the top, listening to shrimpy creatures has no value to us.” They do not wish to change, perhaps my place now is not with them. I will spend the rest of my time listening to the earth and its life, that I may understand. “I have made my peace with fate, though a cruel and twisted one, and you will find me in the end of days, in the setting of the sun.”
dumb ASS english assignment I did poem referenced is by its._.daisyyy
I can’t believe my parents named me Keith instead of the much more meaningful name ‘Fartbutt”. They obviously didn’t do their research. :/
When you need to let one go... in someone's face.
This is ridiculous.
Why the hell was a man that was greedy, enslaved Native Americans, killed off a buncha Native Americans, and is the father of sex slavery, got A FEDERAL HOLIDAY WITH HIS OWN NAME IN IT (he so-called discovered America first. He didn’t discover it first, he just claimed the reward first.)
I’m talking about Christopher Columbus in case you didn’t know.
But really tho this is ridiculous many Native Americans got tortured and/or died because of that man.
Also, Christopher Columbus Day is on Monday (October 12), btw
I know Fart Butt is a joke, but if you ever ran maybe t-shirts then I would *definitely* buy one. I also know I could go to cafepress or whatever and make one myself, but I'm looking for the Authentic Fart Butt Experience. Will this be on the horizon at all ever?
A joke?
A JOKE?!?!?
I’ve never been so offended in my entire Internet life.
If a person touches your butt and you don't want them to, just fart. And if they yell at you for doing that, just say "You didn't want that fart in your hand just like I didn't want your hand on my butt."
ive made * FART * B
of my bracelet
its not turning out the best but it is readable
now i'm sleepin