You know, in hindsight being an anemic and sleep deprived teenager with school going from 8-4 plus homework plus extra language lessons once a week, martial arts twice a week and choir on top of that plus social life in the freetime and still getting called lazy was some fucked up shit. What was up with middle school????
In just a few years, Olivia turned from a fatal beauty to a dirty, hungry homeless.
sapnap: do you want this massive hard drive dream?
sapnap: oh you don’t want it because my name’s not george
#heygoogle how long til you say you #GD well know who he is? #justwondering (at Key West, Iowa)
Excuse me? GD is getting married and it might be to Dara?? Um..BITCH YES PLEASE. I was rooting for SkyDragon but that’s okay. It’s so strange to hear that another member of Big Bang is getting married but bitch it’s about damn time. Make sexy times together Kwon Ji Young Daddy lmao. I think one of my fears is idols getting really old and never finding love. Pretty sure the members of Big Bang are like in their 30’s-40’s like it’s time loves. Find a mate, do the nasty and have lots of lil froggies uwu! It’s great news. I hope soon Hyuna and Hyojong and U-Kwon and his gf can can’t married.
I feel really offended if u ask.. AM I STRAPPED? BRRR BRRRR haha
DUUUUUUDE YOU JUST BLASTED MY RIBS, THAT HURTS!
reaper man comic concept. want to do this bigger if i can get round to it,
[ID: four panels with text from Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett. They show Death, as Bill Door, working in a wheat field. Death is a tall skeleton wearing a straw hat and dungarees. He is cutting the stalks of wheat one by one.
The first panel shows just the wheat field. The second panel is a wide shot of Death cutting wheat. The third panel is a close-up of Death, from his chest to his head. The fourth panel is a medium shot of Death sat at the edge of the field, his scythe leaning against the fence. All of the wheat has been cut.
The text reads:
Up in the high fields the wind was strong and the sun was close and strong. Bill Door strode back and forth through the stricken grass of the hillside like a shuttle across a green weave.
He wondered if he’d ever felt wind and sunlight before. Yes, he’d felt them, he must have done.
But he’d never experienced them like this; the way wind pushed at you, the way the sun made you hot. The way you could feel Time passing.
Carrying you with it.