#warning cussing

[oceanticspace]

So one time I was hanging out with my friends playing that jelly bean game where you have good jelly beans and horrible monstrosities. I ended up getting one of those horrible ones and when I started to open the door to spit it out my friend went

“Spitters are quitters!”

To which I screamed

“IM GAY” and fucking spat the bean out

So anyways-

[sillystuffposts]

I am a fucking ninja. I am alert as fuck. Shit I'm gonna be out of it tomorrow though.

12:49 AM 4/21/15 from my notes. I don't remember typing this though.

[sillystuffposts]

"Hell yes let's find the mechanical advantage of using a shoe lace! Hell yes!"

Engineering adventures

[jennaferyaa]

Today I'm going to tell you a story.

It's about my ex boyfriend. Let's go back three years. I had a wonderful relationship. With a guy who I've got to call one of my closest friends after we broke up. Up until about 48 hours ago when he essentially told me he doesn't give a shit about me. So, like I would if anyone said that to me I'd get defensive and more or less be like "what the fuck." And I did. Then I waited. And waited. Then. Then you read the message. So I waited some more for you to reply. Then after 24 fucking hours I called you out. You know what you told me. You were busy for 24 fucking hours you didn't have the time of fucking day to even acknowledge that I even replied except for that tiny little fucking check that days read. Then you acted like I was the one in the wrong because I didn't just say okay and move on with my life. So you said you just wanted to be friends. Okay. That's cool. Because you know that's not like we haven't been for the past three fucking years or anything. No but it's cool. Don't worry about it whatever. I get that you want to make sure no lines are crossed awesome. But what you failed to fucking realize is that wasn't the fucking point of the entire fucking conversation. The point was you telling me I only care about you when I'm drunk. That I don't give a shit about you otherwise. Well, you know what? Fuck you. Who gave you the fucking right to tell me I don't care about you let alone what I feel at all. Who gave you the right to fucking say all this to me without so much as a fucking indication that were not happy with our friendship. And how fucking dare you tell me I don't care. After fucking everything we have been through. After all of it. How fucking dare you even think that I don't care about you. Fuck you if you think so low of me. Fuck you if that's what you really fucking think because you know what Matt? That's a fucking shitty ass thing to do especially when you know it's not true. Especially when you know how much I loved you. Because when did you start wearing your ass as a hat because it is not a good look for you. So either get your head out of your ass an apologize or get the fuck out of my life. Because after everything. After everything you told me. After every time I've opened up to you if you honestly think that I couldn't give a shit about you then you must not know me at all. Ps. I just remembered you follow me. So, if you're reading this make your decision quick because once I stop wanting to throttle you it's actually going to sink in what you really think of me. And a hurt and upset Jennafer is a hell of a lot less forgiving then a pissed off one.

[broken-horn-blog]

then troy walks in with the pizza with that fucking troll doll just staring at him and he drops the pizza and screams a big no

and that's what happening with atrea in askxanthepyromancer's askbox