Whoa there hey Wheatley in a thong brassiere how much is that monkey? Do you wanna sell it ‘cause I got the money, but I’m not sure I have enough cereal. Certainly we can come to an arrangement where purple burps are allowed in my pants.
Dunno why I’m suddenly in the mood to angst. It must be mainfraimed into my system AKA the brain. Did you know it’s 2am now? I’m still awake; should be sleeping. Got assembly tomorrow and could be singing Mr Blue Sky. Magic annoned into lyrics with pop-songs but I can’t remember any so poo.
Well okay this shouldn’t be hard, I think a lot about randomness. Wait that didn’t make any sense, Oops. Damn I’m thinking faster than I can type and I keep making typos and having to go back and fix them. It’s like I’m nervous or something, Which is really weird because I don’t have anything to be nervous about. These typos are pissing me off. That little Moriarty girl was so cute, I bet she if she was actually Moriarty’s daughter and he heard them laughing over the phone he’d get pissed and end up just blowing up the school for her himself. I’d like that.
Ye gods it hurt. He wasn’t even aware that a flesh-and-blood body had this much blood in it. It tasted terrible, too. Crowley spat to the side and growled. I am gonna kill that fucking angel. Well, that’s what he told himself. It was a bit hard to be angry at the blond-haired figure standing in front of him when he kept apologzing. “I didn’t mean to, I really am sorry, dear…it’s Crawly, right, I remember you from before…I’m so, so sorry…”
“Crowley,” he growled. ”You owe me a new body, angel.”
“Sorry.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Sometimes I ship people so much it’s weird I can’t even start to comprehend it like
Amy and Rory became my new titanic
I should put them in the sims
I’ll make sims for them and sims for Charah
They’ll be already married and I’ll give them all babies
All of them
I’m surrounded by idiots.
Hmm. That was easy.
Logan why are you so hot I mean come on oh good god why am I reblogging and doing this post I wonder what happened on Glee tonight I think Sabretooth on the Origins movie is really freaking terrifying I mean damn he’s creepy. I really should watch Supernatural because everyone else does but I just can’t seem to get into it and I’m just really lazy but Dean is so fabulous I mean damn and I use Sam’s face for TAR so yeah, and Sam has a pretty decent body and now I’m wondering how everything went from X-Men to Glee to X-Men to Supernatural what the hell is wrong with me.
I get so mad because no one really understands my love for Adam. No one ever will because he’s just perfect and I feel like we have this certain connection. It’s like he flew into my head somehow and extracted my imagination and decided to put them into lyrics and into songs. I just really want to hug him and tell him how much he means to me. But that will never happen.
Snuggling sounds good right now.
“I love you.” “I like cake.”
“Why did the goddamn duck have to die?”
I’m not sad anymore I’m just tired of this place. LOL I OBTAINED THAT MUSICAL TASTE FROM MY FRIENDS WHO ARE COOL. AM I COOL YET? D:
I really like dorky guys. I can share my dorkness with them and everything would be good.
Spaghettiiiiiiiiiiiiii is my beeeeest friendddddddddd~~~~
I think I tell myself that I’m weird a million times a day. Is that weird?
I should go to sleep, but tumbling and texting my bf is better than sleep… ffffuuuu.
On that note, potato.Pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop
I have so many feelings right now and it really confuses me. I mean… They’re just characters… Quinn Fabray is not a real person, neither is Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez, Kurt Hummel or Brittany S. Pearce. But I swear to god when they’re all gone; graduated, I am going to cry all the water from my body and die. UGH. And Faberry, FABERRY ARE THE FUCKING DEATH OF ME I TELL YOU! THE DEATH!
Where is the vanilla going/ Why are we here Why are we here? We fell out of love or were we never in love? Why did I lie? Why did you lie back? What did I feel? I fucked it up. Why do I feel it now? Please don’t hate me anymore. I should have tried harder. It’s my fault. I’m sory. Life is a beautiful. Life is pain. Where do we go from here? I love love. I’m so angry at him and I can’t comprehend why. Why are these things going through my mind? I can hear the cats. They’re stomping and purring and knocking things down. I love them. Tina and her bald ass. Osiris and his scraping. Toshi and her mean looks. Mephisto and his dumb head. Baby and fuzzy feets and his ass chaps. This things tells you not to think but it doesn’t tell you when to stop…
So just say what I’m thinking? I’m thinking I feel depressed. And I hate why. I keep saying I don’t miss her. I don’t need her. She’s not necessary. She’s not worth my time, my love, the work. But damn it. Shit. Fuck. How do I do this by myself. How do I keep myself sane while this happens around me. while everyone around me is so happy, when everyone keeps asking about her. when my mother keeps saying she’s a dirty cheater. but I cheated too. I did. And I never told her the truth. should I tell her the truth? does she even deserve the truth any more? what she did was so much worse. so much more pain full and I was going to let her get away with it until I got a slap in the face. am I that much of a push over? do I really let people walk all over me like that? do I really let that shit slide? did I really let her do all these things? is it all really my fault? i don’t know. I can’t think. I can’t breath. I can’t do this!
Well, when the diapers of old age became apparent with the 65 three 60 noose upon its head (actually, it’s skull), something became an apex predator, you know from that movie. But, until then, what I transferred to do within the realm of chaos and insanity has 34 things to do within the confines of imagination. San Francisco! What do you think I’m doing? Eating chocolate, of course. Below me is a breeding monkey. Don’t worry though! It’s understood that triple bypasses are known to be difficult. Well, if you understand that, then you know how to drink cola! Fellow Americans, eat bread before bed time.
(Source: effyeahpegasister)
