i love the Women Against Feminism that are like “I dont need feminism because i can admit i need my husband to open a jar for me and thats ok!” cause listen 1. get a towel 2. get the towel damp 3. put it on the lid and twist. BAM now men are completely useless. you, too, can open a jar. time to get a divorce
so this is an thing that happened ?? this is my family picture (im the one of the far right btw)
but don’t worry though we actually have no problem with this at all ! reading the comments has been the funniest thing ever so keep it up
this is just perfect in every way
things that will always sound sarcastic
- good for you
- thanks a lot
- yeah right
- nice to know
- way to go
- ok buddy
Not if you say ‘man’ at the end
ok buddy man
I might not have thought that last one through
Female-lead action movies just don’t sell.
1. There is like zero action in this movie, 2. It has by far the stupidest premise I’ve ever heard for not being a sci-fi, 3. Just because scar Jo is in it all y’all got ya panties in a twist and it’s annoying as fuck like she isn’t queen, she isn’t even that great of an actor calm the fuck down
If you go through my shit. Don’t fucking go through my stuff. Ask me to do it. Don’t fucking delete things and take things without my fucking permission. It really pisses me off.
IT IS SO SIMPLE JUST DON’T FUCKING LOOK THROUGH MY STUFF BEHIND MY BACK YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE!
btw Kylene deleted shit off of my phone and I’m really pissed because this is the second time she’s fucking done it and I fucking hate it when people go through my shit.
Okay so I ask my sister to hand me the cookies right?
and she goes, “why don’t i get anything delicious ever?…” and starts to pout. And I think it’s a joke and that it’s funny and then she goes, (continuing to pout and starting to semi wail.) “I mean, you get your ice cream and your cookies!”
My sister is/was crying because of ice cream and cookies.
Update she’s now crying because of supernatural and how large Jared Padalecki is and CLIMBING HIM LIKE A TREEEE
do you ever come up with a story in your head and you’re like ‘OMG THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING IN THE HISTORY OF EVER I THINK I’LL WRITE THIS’
but then you don’t know how to write and its just
All the goddamn time.
“if ur ready CUM and get it”
haha only 18+ will get this one. :PPP
I’m younger than eighteen and I get the joke. Btw, you’re really only supposed to use numbers instead of spelling out the word after one hundred. Or, to be grammatically…
I’ve decided that I really miss writing. Like, a lot. So, I’m gonna start this up again, and I hope to improve. If anyone still pays attention to this, you should like this to let me know. Cool? Yeah. Of course I started this at the beginning of summer.
As I looked at the message, I tried to imagine his response. Maybe a..
"Thank you so much! It means a lot!" kind of message, or maybe like a two page long response detailing how much he appreciates my comment and how he wants to get to know me, because he looked at my blog and liked it, and all that other stuff.
Safe to say I was hoping the latter.
So since I couldn’t get anywhere with my math, I got back on my computer.
I saw an ask notification and quite literally squealed. No one talks to me on here, so it’s exciting.
"Hi.. I, uhm. I’m rubbish at this, but I just wanted to say that you’re an incredible person, and an incredible writer. You’re great in general. I figure this sounds weird. Sorry if that’s the case. I just really love your blog Niall."
Wow. Okay then. I mean, this guy was serious. For some reason, he interested me.
Not long after I sent it, I got one back.
"That really truly means a ton, thank you. I like your blog; artsy are you? Doesn’t sound weird at all mate. Harry right? Hm. I better get used to that, considering I plan on getting to know you well enough to understand that sad art you’ve got.
(: Seriously though, thanks.
How are you? “
Oh my, oh my.
Louis, was going to freak.
I just don’t get it.
I mean, I do EVERYTHING. I’m an editor for the yearbook; my art has made it into too many shows to count, I’ve sold a lot of it.. I’m in a popular band..
I do so many things to try to improve myself. I just don’t know why the people I love get so hung up on the fact that I’m gay.
"Harry, here’s dinner." my mum said, opening the door wide enough only to set down the plate. Those were really the only words she spoke to me anymore. And since my dad was a no-show, it’s not like he really mattered.
What I lived off of was my friends, and my music. Also, this little blog that I’d found. It was adorable. The theme might’ve needed a bit of working, but the content was amazing.
This kid, Niall, he could write.
I mean, he could write, he was funny, quirky, all in all he was pretty perfect.
Now I just needed to work up the nerve to talk to him, send him an ask, or something! For weeks now, I would just go on his blog, and scroll endlessly.
Even my best friends, Louis and Liam, were sick and tired of me just talking about him. They had threatened to pose as me, and send him a message themselves.
So, I sat. I opened the ask box, as I had every day for the past week. Only this time, I left it open; pulling my notebook out, I tried to capture everything I wanted to say to the boy into a message short enough for an ask.
Lately I noticed someone liking almost every post I posted, and to be honest, it made me giddy. It told me that I was doing well. That or, well, someone was stalking me but hey, it’s notes.
After I followed him, I scrolled down his blog for a bit. He wasn’t someone that you would typically think would follow me. I’m all fun and no serious. All fiction.
He was all art, and history, and music and nonfiction.
Anyways. I took a break to try my math homework.
Do you like how Harry and Niall are becoming acquainted?
I’m not so good at this, considering it’s my first Narry. :)
Feedback is always appreciated. :)
for both of my fanfics!
As always, I really love the support you guys give me, and it’s nice to know someone likes what I write. I love you guys. :)