Me: *tells mean joke*
Person: thats not nice
In fifth grade we were making little clay statues and mine came out shitty so I left a big air pocket in it so it would explode when the teacher put it in the kiln and it exploded so hard it destroyed ten other kids’s statues and they were all on the verge of tears I thought it was really funny I still do
I never understood how a person could dedicate their whole life to another human being. Then I fell inlove myself and it’s the most frustrating, heart-aching, hair ripping, stress rising thing in the world but if i had to narrow it all down to one word. It’s great. Amazing. Just knowing that you love someone and they feel the same way back is great. The fact that an outsider has come into your life and seen all your flaws and thought “hey that person is awesome I like them”. The one that accepts you for who you really are. Love is a wonderful thing and I don’t know why I never wanted to have it, and pushed it away for so long. It’s OK to fall in love.
I JUST SAW A GUY AT WALMART AND HE LOOKED LIKE MORGAN FREEMAN AND HE CAUGHT ME LOOKING AT HIM AND HE POINTED AT ME AND SAID “IM NOT MORGAN FREEMAN”