you’re the window to my wall
you’re the sweat that drips down my balls
my mom is trying to pick a colour for her new wheelchair and me and my dad are telling her to get black and she’s just like “but how will I know if someone is stealing it” and my dad is just like “because you’ll be sitting on the floor” and she slapped him
everyone is like “omg tumblr should delete blogs that have been inactive for 2+ years” but i dont think they should
just imagine in 10 years time, in the back of your mind you remember tumblr, you open it up and you’re still logged in and you get to look at your blog and remember all this.
now imagine if you went back to see your old blog of your teenage years and it had been deleted because somebody ‘wanted your url’
how sad would that be
It’s mad depressing when u eat the last piece of candy but you didn’t look at the bag and realize it was the last one so you could truly appreciate it for what it was worth
This speaks to me on a deep emotional level.
is it petsmart or petsmart