When I’m sick, I want to be alone so I can suffer by myself. But, at the same time, I want people to know I’m sick. That way, they might think I’m contagious and leave me alone of their own accord.
The internet fucks all this up, of course.
I'm the Goddamn Emily
What, are you dense? Are you retarded or something? Who the hell do you think I am?
tallmidget57 replied to your post: If I call Moulin Rouge ‘a nauseating experience’…
no, i doubt it.
Well that’s good cause I did. And then went on to point out why.
Having a cold is the worst thing. I hate everything right now.
Give me any two fictional characters and I’ll tell you which I’d rather date.
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If I call Moulin Rouge ‘a nauseating experience’ in my essay, do you think I’ll get marked down for it?
I think I’m either too young to appreciate late 90s early 00s music or, as a child, I was too hipster. Seriously. Ask little me what my favourite music was. I would’ve said The Beatles.
observe the butt
hypothesize the butt
test the butt
analyze the butt
conclude the butt
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Yeah okay idk don’t hurt me alfjsfgkdgj
Based off of the comments in this post.
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Anonymous asked:
If I owned you for 24 hours...I'd take you out to eat somewhere classy, perhaps see a movie. We'd hang out, perhaps cuddling, perhaps out for a walk, perhaps roller-blading or something. I'd do what you like to do all day, treating you like a princess for the day.
Aw, that sounds lovely, Anon.
