Your brother was right when he told you to never venture into shallow waters. You mean, look at it. The thing has hands for a tail.
Because if mermaid!dirk isn’t a thing, then help make it a thing OUO
this is craaaap
“that’s tahno and the wolfbats .. the reigning champs of three years running. don’t make eye contact.”
ME3 - Who’s your Male LI?
Mirado is forever space married to Joker.
HAHAHAHAHAHA YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS XXXXDDDD
Your true self revealed (✿◕ヮ◕)
Mirado-kun is kawaii and lives in a marshmallow with Batman.
yeEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
How your crush will respond to your ‘love confession’.
tana: “I like you!” Crush: (ignores you and walks away)
the accuracy is painful
Jenn: “I like you!”
Crush: “Are you an idiot?”basically
Emily:…
Mirado: “I like you!”
Crush: “I’m glad, I’ve been stalking you…”
oh mY GOD AND I THINK HE HAS BEEN. Or at least always coming out whenever I walk by his house, skateboarding near my house all the time… Could totally be reading him wrong, but this is hilarious. XD
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
pimpdaddydino:haru-dozo:ginilla:
The first part of Pikachu’s Goodbye song is… special
… Why am I laughing so hard
oh
my
god
…. :I
It’s… kinda frustrating not knowing how I’m doing on my diet? Like, I don’t own a scale. No one I know owns a scale. The only one accessible to me is at my therapy, but I don’t see the doctor until next week.
I get what the doctor said about how constantly weighing yourself can drive you crazy. And I’ve been exercising well and keeping to my calorie limit enough to drive me even further up the wall.
But I just
kinda
wanna
know
And I’m unable to tell if my clothes are looser or shit because I’m a ~pessimist~
I guess all I can do is continue on and find out a week from now. :(
today in english someone asked who the toucan in the lion king is in terms of hamlet (w/e w/e that’s not relevant)
and so the whole class got into a debate about the fact it’s not a toucan but no one could remember what kind of bird it was and they were all like ‘some african bird’ and my…
Am I being over dramatic if I say this is the worst Easter I’ve ever had?
It’s just… My uncle. I don’t know how to feel. On one hand, I feel infuriated and disgusted with how he’s acting. On the other…
No.
There is no ‘other’.
I am completely and irrefutably pissed off with his behavior. I am at the point where I could care less what happens to him. He can follow through with his threats. I am not gonna let him bully anyone anymore.
And I realize that I am able to say that now as nothing too drastic has happened yet. But you know what? He just can’t do this. He can’t abuse—yes, uncle, abuse—my grandpa or my mother like this. He can’t pull my sister and I into a fucked-up, drunken man’s world. He can’t pull my dad away from the needs our family has.
He can’t make us his Goddamn slaves.
Alcohol is a giant part of his problem. No matter how much he denies it, he’s an alcoholic. Every symptom on every Goddamn list can be applied to him. He’s gone so far as to steal from his father. And when my mother confronted him about it, then this whole slew of esophagus-burning vomit started. Because he knows this shit is getting real. He can’t get away with it any longer.
So, uncle? Go ahead and run away. Stand in front of a fucking train if that’s what you want. Do what I’ve never, for all fifteen years of my struggle, been able to do. What you are asking from us is ridiculous, and the help we’ve offered—the help you need—you keep slamming the door on. If you feel we’re so wrong in what we feel is reasonable, you do what you think is best.
We’ve tried.
