A friend of mine just messaged me saying “I fucked up. I was doing math with my son, and I told him to ‘hold up eleven fingers’ and he started to panic and I didn’t realize why until he screamed ‘MOM…MOM I ONLY HAVE TEN”
|partner:||you be the teacher ill be the student ;)|
|me:||write an essay on whether theatre architecture of a particular period always reflects that period's culture. i want it on my desk by monday|
|partner:||oh no but... thats such a hard essay... is there anything i can do for extra credit? ;)|
|partner:||but professor.... surely then i could... persuade you to extend the deadline...? ;)|
|partner:||so... what do you want, professor?? ;)))|
|me:||an essay on whether theatre architecture of a particular period always reflects that period's culture. on my desk. by monday|
sir are you interested in this cup product?? Is that what’s going on here???? could you please decide whether you’re looking over here or looking downward is this some kinda weird morse code sir I don’t understandddd and my face is burning sir please
There is no friendship stronger than those forged in the weeaboo years.
So I work at target now and one of my favorite things to do when I hear something in the next aisle fall is to drop what I’m doing and stand at the end of that aisle like so:
the most important thing to me ever is bi kids knowing that it’s ok to be 10% attracted to women and 90% attracted to men or 10% attracted to men and 90% attracted to women and still feeling ok to identify as bi, and still feeling like their identity is valid, and still feeling like they can lead fulfilling lives with both (or other) genders. like that’s just so fricking important.
hello 911 I want to report a theft. yes. A cutie stole my heart. No. I just want the cutie back. They can keep my heart. Thank you. Yes. I’ll stay on the line.
Four Word Love Story, DeviantArt, 2014