saw a rb of a fanart of sth and the tag was just ew
and i was like that really is probably an acronym for something but the just. seeing a rb of cool art tagged with ew just hdgdjdh got to me
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saw a rb of a fanart of sth and the tag was just ew
and i was like that really is probably an acronym for something but the just. seeing a rb of cool art tagged with ew just hdgdjdh got to me
me, writing chapters in advance when I’m inspired and so I have things to post: (:
simultaneously me: post them all immediately.
im so tired oh god i hate schoooooool
i hate how some teachers dont give a shit about the students and dont know how to simply teach anything??????? this teachers just sends some confusing ass books with no explanation whatsoever and then a quiz and ye this is it good luck understanding it
in which kara chickens out intensely -
“Okay, Kara. You know what you have to do.”
Kara clutches the bouquet of flowers tighter to her chest, pursing her lips tightly in determination as she stands in front of Lena’s office.
“Be confident,” she nods to herself. “When she opens that door, you’ll give her the flower and you’ll smile at her and tell her how much you like her – that you want nothing else but to have the chance to make her smile and laugh every day, to make her feel how it’s like to be loved.”
Another nod to herself, and she’s ready. She’s definitely ready.
She turns to the door, ready to knock, but she isn’t ready for it to open before she can even do so –
and out comes Lena from her office, holding a tablet while looking focused.
“Kara?” She asks, confusion soon turning to happiness at seeing her there. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re here? Jess didn’t notify—” she looks down, noticing the flowers in Kara’s hand, cheeks flushing lightly. “Are those flowers for me?”
Kara snaps out of it and begins stuttering, “Uh—yeah, uh—I actually don’t know where this came from. I just found it outside your door. Uh--- here!” She shoves the bouquet into Lena’s hands and begins her hurried retreat.
“I’ll see you tomorrow!”
My dad made fun of me for how I'm holding this burrito
He said "chill bro, no one's stealing it from you"
I just learned hand talk is the basis for ASL
can i get an f in the chat for depression