ugh you kill a few people on a camping trip and suddenly everyone calls you a “murderer” i’m so sick of labels
The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.
I would take a bullet for garlic bread
who would shoot a garlic bread
i just heard a bouncing noise and then that was followed by my dad saying
"oh no my potato"
"your voice is annoying"
Oh thanks, let me just pick up another voice box from the store on my way home today you piece of shit
i’ve had it up to here with everyone’s shit. you can’t see where i’m holding my hand to indicate where “here” is, but let me tell you it is waaay above my head
but the real question is how tall are you
this tall. you can’t tell where my hand is but it’s much lower than it was before