#nignog

[abicadabri]

17!

17. What Do You Love :

D’ah Geeeeez…

Well, I love a lot of things! I assume you mean hobbies or items, not people, so here’s a smol list I guess?

So here’s 5 to keep it short :

1. Nights. It’s where I feel relaxed and tbh, it’s just nice looking outside and seeing the moon, or taking walks when I can’t sleep. I feel at home during these hours

2. Snacks. Tbh, Snuggling down and chowing on some Reeses PB Chocolate is the shit. “Ha ha you women and your chocolate–”

3. Big, Loose clothes. If I’m with a friend and I’m staying overnight, there’ll come a time where I’ll wear one of their hoodies or shirts, but only if they’re too big. Loose clothes and loose hoodies are just comfort spelled right out

4. My friends. I don’t really care how I met them, whether it was In Classes, YT or right here, I love my ‘em all, and I’m greatful to have them too! (*GAG*)

5. Music. I’m a Sucker for it. When I’m walking around to or from, it seems abnormal to see people without headphones on, I listen to so many genres it’s just surreal to me. I always love popping my buds in and letting my imagination run rampant. 

6. I love lamp( Ask me things here pls! - https://abicadabri.tumblr.com/post/163732524790/you-wanna-find-out-some-personal-shit )

[ben10fluid]

emoji movie review

watched it, not even ironically funy, thanks for cancelling popeye you stupid baboons

[cindaypop]

Some stuff I did for a friend

[sockshopng-blog]

nignog

I was walking past an old man of Asian descent today. I just couldn’t resist the urge, so I pulled my eyes into a squint. He then shouted, “NIGNOG! NIGNOG!” at me. It caught me so off guard I tripped. Something broke my somewhat painful fall. I got up. Laying underneath me was a dead cat. I had fallen on a stray cat. The old Asian man ran up to me and shouted once more, “NIGNOG! NIGNOG!”. He kneeled over (his back popped like a gunshot) and picked up the dead street feline and whispered in my ear, “free livestock, nignog”. He then scuddled into an alley. I saw him pull out a large, curved knife and jab at the cat. I went into the Chinese restaurant in front of the alley he ran into and there he was, at the corner in a jumpsuit with the name of the restaurant on his chest. He shouted, “HEY YOU, NIGNOG IN BACK! WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY A SAMPLE OF OUR FELINE SOUP?!”. I had to decline. The Restaurant dissolved around me and I was left in my bed. Another case of bad sleep paralysis.