Y'all be like "Arthur's middle-aged" acsjwifkgkg he's literally the same age as some of y'all on here
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Y'all be like "Arthur's middle-aged" acsjwifkgkg he's literally the same age as some of y'all on here
Heechul and Momo is so wierd and I really hope it's not true.
Happy birthday Joseph!
I like how I say, completely without irony, that I could never have kids because having my writing time so constantly interrupted would drive me mad. As if I don't live with my brother, who is worse.
--- he hadn’t done it. he hadn’t done it. he hadn’t done it. ALAYNE STONE could attest to the fact that he was innocent. not that she would feel inclined to speak up on his behalf. even if she did, no one would believe in the promises of a bastard girl, and her head would end up on a spike alongside his. the man was sitting in a field of flowers, humming before he was to sing. he could feel the gentleness of the breeze as it tickled his skin. he could hear the chirping of song birds, though none as talented as he was. he wondered what the sky looked like; he remembered marveling at blankets of blue and black, stretching forever, prior to being blinded by MORD. he strummed his guitar with the hand that still had all five fingers remaining. he started to sing one of his favorite sad songs: ON A MISTY MORN. “oh, have you seen my boy, good ser? his hair is chestnut brown...” his voice was clear and strong, despite the fact that the rest of him felt so discombobulated. “he’d promised he’d come back for me,” he said, thinking of little finger, but pushing the thought of that vulture away as soon as he could manage it. “our home’s in wendish town.” before he could sing another verse, he heard a shuffling of feet. he popped onto his feet, startled, his unseeing eyes wide, as he swallowed hard. was lord baelish back to finish him off? was he to return to a SKY CELL? please gods... he could have pleaded. please do not. instead, her heard a woman’s voice answer his anxiety. “who... who are you?” he stammered. “are you with lord baelish?”
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Tommy Coolatta may have been arrested and put in the white house but I think he deserves to be there as president
every time i start to feel like my obsession with gavin reed is too embarrassing to continue, that he just has no redeeming qualities to justify my continued fanboying, i see that gif of him trying to wink again and i go “GOD YOU’RE SO FUCKING STUPID” and laugh my ass off and i know i’m stuck in gavin reed hell for the foreseeable future
My friend just told me she's pregnant with her second baby.
She was saying her husband is super concerned that she get enough rest and try to stress as little as possible.
So he told her his solution/contribution is that he's going to make one meal a week for the family.
One meal.
A week.