Singing a toe tapping tune.
I’m right and I should say it
Wait. How are peoples with siblings greeting eachother then?
“Hey”
“Hey”
“Hey Dork.”
“I am not a dork.”
“Yes you are. And mom wants to talk to you.”
“Whats up buttholes”
“Shut up Loser”
“Hey maaaan”
“Hey maaaaan”
Or
“Hey stoop-stoops”
“No”
“Who are you?”
“Hey shithead”
“Hey dickface”
“Whaddup slut”
*Hey ‘name of sibling’*
*Get out of my room*“Hey nerd”
“What do you want”“Sup bitch”
“Fuck off”
*steps into the room and stares at them until they notice and stare back for a solid 15 seconds, neither of you move a muscle*
“what”
“what do you want for dinner”
That last one!!!
^^^^^^
“THERE’S FOOD, YOU WANT SOME?!”
“DID YOU MAKE IT?!”
“NO.”
“THEN YEAH.”
i saw my sister smoking on the balcony when i got home from work one day. we just stared and threw up peace signs and then switched to flipping the bird to each other
But actually. Kishimoto I know you don’t know how to write but Naruto’s entire origin story is about him being alone in the village growing up AND YET in EVERY FLASHBACK we can CLEARLY see Chouji, Kiba, and Shikamaru being his friends……….so what is the truth.
Naruto was like Meet the Robinsons Goob as a child
*naruto, reflecting on his past*
Young Kiba: Hey Naruto, cool whiskers!
Young Shikamaru: hey Naruto!! Chouji and Ino are coming to my house for dinner tonight you wanna come?
Naruto: they all hated me. *cue the swing*
Y'all think being in a goth relationship means wearing white makeup together but Mary Shelley lost her virginity on her mother’s grave so maybe step it up.
Mary Shelley carried her husband’s heart around and lived in a crypt after he died. No one will ever be as goth as Mary Shelley.
She also wasn’t carrying around, like, a mummified heart. Her husband’s heart had calcified, meaning it had grown bone within itself and possibly around itself, and it is this heart of bone which she carried. When she was young she carried it wrapped in a silk pouch, and when older it was kept in her desk, wrapped in a page from his poem Adonais. Adonais was one of his last poems, in which a deceased poet’s subjects (nature, Spring, the stars) mourn him, and long to join him in death. Then the narrator tells them do not mourn, for he has gone beyond where the minds and emotions of humans matter, to the Natural Spirit that is the source of all beauty.
Of his poems, it is this which she wrapped his heart in. There is none. more. goth.
It’s sad to realize that peak goth was hit so long ago
we really need a movie about marry shelly
