fists of ham
as someone who’s dealt with secondhand cigarette smoke all my life, most likely what caused my asthma
and now having a relative come to live with us who smokes excessively in our garage
(meaning that ten seconds of being exposed to a room that was smoked in hours ago makes it harder for me to breath for the rest of the day)
i understand why people smoke, and i am not just someone who thinks “it’s gross” with a crinkled nose. but i am someone who cannot stand next to a smoker without getting headaches due to oxygen deprivation.
i can honestly say that because you smoke i need to avoid you to live. i am sorry that i have to hate you in order to survive.
if being 100% gay is playing for the other team then i’d like to imagine being pansexual as playing for every team. you just sort of run around between the in and outfields juggling the extra balls and sit a couple innings in the audience eating a hotdog and eventually everyone starts to question whether you even know how to play baseball or not
when i was younger, the word that i considered the most serious to say was “fuck”.
now, i say “fuck” several times a day, and the word that is the most serious thing you can say is “love”.
that, and “cake”.
You’re super pretty.
Because I can’t send pictures to you by reblogging my ask or anything on mobile, aquamarinist
It’s fine anyways, you don’t actually have to. Just thought I’d help jog the memory
: o ohhh, okay. yeah. i don’t actually do that stuff anymore, really.
owo; i actually don’t remember what you’re talking about? so i’m going to guess i never made it. sorry! i tend to take on more than i actually accomplish.
i send jim carrey singing the american national anthem