Hes Good
I just posted some opens, and all of you lovely's are invited to respond! every one of you. Even if we've never talked before. Lets do it.
A Call for Help {Open}
A small trickle of light came through the drawn curtains of the cluttered room. Ash trays, empty beer bottles, and used needles scattered the floor. Mira was laying on top of her bed, arms outstretched, showing the marks the needles left in her skin. She barley noticed someone push open the door and walk into the room. She turned her head toward the intruder, for that was the most movement she was currently capable of, and moaned.
“What?”
Mira had turned her back to get her plate of pizza rolls out of her microwave, trusting that her friend who had been sitting on her bed wouldn't find the photos sticking out from underneath the bed. She didn't have many, but she had a few from a few years back that weren't exactly flattering.
She turned around to sit beside her companion, who had noticed the pictures and started flipping through them.
“What are y- Hey!” she desperately grabbed at the embarrassing pictures, but her friend kept them out of reach.
Closed {Sweetlittlepsychic}
“Okay, I`m thinking of a number between 1 and 1000...”
my lil fast boy✨💫
Getting ready to go to work and this blog has been dead for days... Drop me a starter in my inbox or like this for a starter when I get home in a few hours!
“Well, I’m as normal as the next kid!”
“Me, too!”
“Me, THREEEeee!” @ w @
seeing Obama make Biden a friendship bracelet makes me regret downloading snapchat a little less.
Charles: Pietro, your father would be so disappointed in you
Pietro:
The worst part of Pride each year is riding the subway late at night and seeing the gay guys, mostly the ones riding by themselves, slowly take off their rainbow stickers and beads and what-not in preparation for their walk alone in their neighborhood, doing their best to prevent the off-chance of being jumped. I saw one guy with a flag in his bag turn it upside down so it wouldn’t poke out.
So yeah, fuck that heterosexual pride day nonsense.
MYSTERY STORY TIME
So there was a single, solitary kiwi on our counter in the kitchen.
And I decided to make fun of my roommate for it, because who buys one, single, solitary kiwi? So I asked her that.
Roommate: I didn’t buy a kiwi.
Me: This isn’t your kiwi?
Roommate: No?
Me: But this isn’t my kiwi.
Roommate: That kiwi was there when I got home.
Me: I don’t even eat kiwi!
As you can see, it’s a real kiwi. Here it is, on my counter, giving away nothing.
But I was still confused as to where it came from. Did one of us accidentally buy a kiwi at the store?
So I looked up the Kiwiny company to figure out which stores it’s sold at, to see which one of us might have bought it, since we tend to use different grocery stores.
Kiwiny doesn’t have American retailers.
There is literally no reason for this kiwi to be in my kitchen.
Narrating People’s Lives: At the ATM! 💰 (Caught in the ACT!! XD)
this is so pure
That boy ran so fast tf
my fav children (◡‿◡✿)
This is the fluffiest cat in all of existence.
He’s beautiful ;3;