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Oh and panties. I like how both of the words are sort of linked to inappropriate shiznit.
Crafted by Lillian Thorne, after some aggressive pestering.
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The word makes me think of flopping my tongue around in my mouth to make this sound...I can't really demonstrate it, but it's rather disturbing. Moreso to my one friend that I started doing that to because she ALSO doesn't like the word. But I like the word...but I have no comment as to the rest of the post. Mine is probably...umm...
Derp. I can't get it out of my head.
The man who claims to rule and teach
Is only master for the rich
And anyway succumbs
To the laws of nature in the endSlow decay and rest
As we're running fast,
And the mighty ones are nothing
But the last ones.If you give the world a chance
It will beat you down to your knees.
If you try to fight it back
It will beat you again and again.Everything is a weapon if you hold it right.Just a few facts that I thought you should know...
Life increases your chances of dying,
so why are you trying at all?
On a walk in the summer sun you're more likely to be in a homocide,
not to mention the cancer you'll get and the light waves frying your eyes.
As you're breathing this air,
you're increasing your chances of getting diseased,
so retreat in your house with your spouse,
the one person most likely to kill you.
Imagine a leaf as it falls to the ground
whining about an obstruction on the way down,
curling itself to shield from the wind so hopelessly.Life is a lesson
You learn it when it's over
I fucking hate that word. It just pisses me off lol.
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"Winning an arguement on the internet is alot like winning the special olympics. You may have won, but you are still retarded."
Best adventure time moment EVER
Lumber Jack rules:
If you must die look good doing so.
Hello new friend, my name is Fred
the words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said my name is Fred,
and I've been... very naughty.
The story I'm about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
Is of my dear aunt Muriel,
and just how I've been... naughty.
Voila the farm. My aunt lives here,
with precious pup, and husband dear.
My heart beats fast as I drew near,
I feel so nice... and naughty.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Check my tumblr, my grade in this class depends on it.
Whatever your mother's name is.
I don't know what to put here right now.