Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.
i’m jealous of people who have cute laughs and fast metabolisms and nice teeth and good hair and can just make any outfit look good and get along with everyone and are great at sports and do well in school bc none of that is me
Charmanders are red,
Squirtles are blue,
If you were a Pokemon, I’d choose you.
Your smile is stronger than a hyperbeam.
Like Jesse and James we’d make the perfect team
I’ll stay by your side like Pikachu and Ash,
And I’ll love you more than a level 80 Rapidash.
You’re more legendary than a Zapdos, Entei or Mew,
But out of all 450, I choose you.
what if rocks are actually soft but just tense up when we touch them?
How stoned are you right now?
Was that a fucking pun?