Ojakhuri with pumpkinĀ recipe
I mean shit, all you had to do was ask.
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Ojakhuri with pumpkinĀ recipe
I mean shit, all you had to do was ask.
I am not Gucci, I am in fact, Goodwill. I feel cheap and used but I know Iām for a better cost.
Gag reflex: *is created to alert humans when something is going to far down their throat*
Big dicks: *exist*
Gag reflex:
Have you ever thought that maybe they named Generation Z (My Generation) Generation Z,
because we are the last generation?
Not even fucking risking it no matter how much i hate these 'retweet or...' posts i hate spiders more
Iām fucking scared
I didnāt expect to live this long
Some people were hating on males as authors..
Oh and, for context Adam Silvera partnered with Becky Albertali to write What if itās us. (LGBTQ+) Marcus Zusak wrote the Book Thief. About a family of Germans hiding a Jew in their basement. (Among other things) The main character being a girl. Soman Chainani wrote The School For Good And Evil. The strongest characters in the books were the girls. BOYS WERE WEAK AS FUCK. There was a whole book about how girls didnāt need boys. THAT WAS THE PLOT. Richard Roberts?! Ever heard of him?! He wrote Please donāt tell my parents Iām a super villain! The main character is a strong af girl. GIRLS ARE HELLA STRONG IN THOSE BOOKS. PLEASE READ THEM!!! LIKE WOMAN EMPOWERMENT TO THE MAX!!!!!!
You know, I was saying that my suicide attempt didnāt make me crazy and that I was fine, but then I realized I was having a conversation with my reflection in the kitchen window.
Iām hella tired of people hating on light skinned people. Like I aināt ask for this shit. š
One time I was in the store and some bitch walked in and was like āYo this why I hate light skinned people.ā Like tf
See that over there baby?
Thatās your future.
He held her close,
whispering in her ear.
āEveryoneās special, darling. Even you.ā He tickled her ear with his warm, afternoon whisky breath.
āBut no, not in the end. Doesnāt matter if youāre fancy or poor. Pretty or ugly. When things come to an end, no ones special.ā He squeezed her tighter. He was beginning to frighten her.
āNot even you, Hunny bunch,āOne last final kiss before he plunged the kitchen knife in her back, āLove yaā lotās.ā
The once beautiful world got to witness a man and his wife teeter over the edge of a cliff, signaling the end of the First World.
Fuck do you know???
Obviously fucking nothing of this is what you have to say.
Some people shouldnāt communicate at all of all they gone say is some dumb shit.
So youāre a bad guy, huh?
Hehe..I donāt think so..Iāll show you a real bad guy..
Not so tough without your tongue, huh? Or your teeth..or your eyes...your hands...your ears..your feet...See You Next Time
E.G.S.I.T.H
Egsith.
Do you know what this means?
You probably donāt.
Screams come from the lone building on the empty street,
the wind whistling and blowing, shaking and rattling the ominous mettle gate, almost begging me to go inside. It rips my long red scarf from off my neck, whipping it wildly in the air before letting it sit on the gate post. It tugs at my frostbite ridden hands, and tears at my eyes. Pulling my willing body towards the small small building.
One last scream rings out, like the cliffhanger of the first book. The wind bites at my revealed neck, and howls, screaming at me to go inside. It rushes me to the building, forcing me to face my fears.