*looks up @ the stars* my friends! how are you!
I need the bonding tape, hurry.
boy: *is literally 1 year younger than me* boy: *hits on me* me: thanks…… but…. no thanks…. i’m old enough to be your mother……..
if u think u can just win me over with some food and a puppy … ur damn right
(I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a fight before, but there’s usually not this much talking.)
“dude im wasted” and by wasted im talking about all my wasted potential because im a lazy piece of shit
i love that i wear so many colours like black and the black thats a little bit darker
♕ Please……
The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle passed from warrior to warrior. And now because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king. So I ask you, as both warrior and king, how long do you think you can save your friend from me?
me: *catches myself being judgmental* me to me: i did not raise u this way
“not all men”
you’re right, t'challa, king of wakanda and warrior black panther with selfless grace, would never do this
when you wanna show your muscles but you don’t want people calling you a show off so you gotta stop a helicopter to make it seem natural
the moment our (and steve’s) hearts shattered (◕︵◕)