Hey May 31 anon!! Here is your third picture! I can’t believe that another year has passed already. I hope that it was a good one for you and everybody else! (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”
I’m not sure. Hey lovely people who have taken me over half way to a cool million! If you’d like to reblog again, I’d love that, if not, I still love you, and hope you’re having a great day. I’m gonna go do some stand up tonight.
really though, “sneaking out” is such a white thing in every aspect bc firstly u need a big ass Suburban House™ with big windows and various levels of roofing so u can safely jump out. you also need White Parents™. forget getting out of the house my toe wouldn’t hang out of my bed w/out my mum knowing. let’s say u managed to best those eoc (ears of colour) how tf are u gonna get back in ? poc (parents of colour) all have a spiritual connection to their front door like they can telepathically communicate. 5 mins before i even approach that door u know my mum’s sitting on the other side waiting to kill me. it’s just not realistic.
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This is no joke tho. one time my brother snuck out, managed to get past all the obstacles that come with having an African mother, except one. MY MOM HAD A DREAM THAT MY GRANDMOTHER TOLD HER TO WAKE UP AND CHECK ON THE KIDS! i was sleeping in the room with her so she knew i was fine, but went to my brothers room and his ass was gone. that’s why whenever someone asks me to sneak out, im always like naw im good, the asswhoppin my brother got doesn’t need a sequel
Yo grandmama snitched on your brother from the dream realm… Ain’t that some shit lmao
drop the idea that you need some deep philosophical meaning behind your tattoo, if you got a tattoo simply because its aesthetically pleasing and for no other reason then good for you
aestheticism is the theory of art for art’s sake, and was championed by Oscar Wilde with the belief that surrounding oneself with beautiful things can directly influence the person one becomes. im taking a class on it. so basically every time u get a cool tattoo or a brooch u find in an antique store or a pretty wall print ‘just because u like it,’ Oscar Wilde is nodding approvingly
My sole mission in life is to make Oscar Wilde’s ghost approve of me
Stu, let me ask you a question: how did you not realize until then that you had too many eggs? Nobody sells eggs in a big cloth-covered basket, so you must have done that yourself. That means you spent god-knows-how-long opening up twelve whole cartons of eggs, carefully placing each egg one-by-one inside a big basket, and then covering it with a big picnic cloth… and at no point- at no point- did you ever stop and think “gee, there might be TOO MANY FUCKING EGGS HERE”
Leaving tungle.hell like rats on the Titanic 