have u ever googled ‘prairie dogs kissing’ cos let me tell u
-The Fault In Our Stars
“May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice. I smiled. "Sure" "Tomorrow?" he asked. "Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager." "Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious," he said. "You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?" "But you don't even have my phone number," he said. "I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book." He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other."
if you ever think my shorts are “too short” i want you to consider the following
- they are called “shorts”
- i look great
No one understands the greatness of Jazz crab :((
just a quick doodle :)
- some amazing artist who just unwittingly crushed your dreams and entire soul (via toastoat)
no Santa, they’re not gifts, they’re jifts.
Some little ones.