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Animals, Bones, and Church: teaboot The amount of times I could have been that white girl in the horror movie could honestly be a movie in itself and it's honestly a waste that my entire life isn't constantly recorded on film because it would be HILARIOUS teaboot 1. That one time I decided to see what was past the old gate in the woods, but when got there it had been smashed in half and there was a decapitated sheep head with no skin just off the trail, so instead I just turned around and went home. 2. That time some friends and I went camping and we found a pile of bones wrapped in a garbage bag buried under a log, but the adult supervisor told us it was nothing, so we just put it back and didn't talk about it again. 3. The time I was getting chased through the woods at night and I realized "wait it's dark as fuck so I just held still until the guy gave up and left. . The time this dude said he was in love with me and so he was going to cut my head off and dump my body in a lake, so l told him to grow the hell up, but then he got caught stealing girl's underwear a day later andI never saw him again 5. That one time in college where I was taking a shortcut on my home at night and a car followed me into a dark alley, so I stared directly into the driver's side of the window and walked towards it to psych them out 6. The night I was out on a walk and this old guy told me he'd locked his keys in his truck and that he needed someone my size to crawl in through the back window for him, so I told him you know that sounds super suspicious right and told him where to find a pay phone for a tow truck instead 7. The one time this random guy on the street said he was in love with me and so he was going to follow me home on my bus, so l clapped him on the shoulder and told him that if he got that close to my bus then I was going to throw him under the wheels, but then this really nice homeless man from Nigeria told the guy to fuck off and then checked to make sure he didn't follow me onboard 8. That big cat with yellow eyes who I found in a well and brought home who used to put rotting meat in my closet and wake me up by chewing on my face, until I put him back outside and never saw him again. 9. My one cousin who used to come over for the summer who kept calling me 'piñata and hitting me with sticks, until he went back home and was sent to juvie c got caught torturing animals cause he finally 10. The time I got lost on the way to a meeting and wound up at a circus tent instead, and got followed by a full-out clown for three vacant street blocks 11. The pet hamster I had when I was seven who would scream all night and eventually es- caped by ripping a bar out of its cage and wig- gling through the hole. My mom caught it and put it back but it lved another year and a half until one night the screaming just stopped 12. The time I was whistling in the woods and something started whistling back, so I went home 13. That one night at summer camp where a group of girls got together to play 'bloody mary in the lavatory and invited me to come with them so I said "no thanks" and stayed with the camp councillors and drank soup instead. 14. The old abandoned house I just moved into with the door that leads into a big empty room full of dirt and empty cooking pots that I just sort of... locked up forever and never gon ear 15. Once when I was at an ihop I saw a coffee mug do a full 360° spin with nobody touching it, so I said 'that was neat' and never ate there again 16. The time I took a photo of a big old raven sitting on the crucifix on top of the old town church cause it was the most goth thing l'd ever seen, right? But then it swooped down towards me, so I apologized immediately for being rude, and I felt a little silly for a while but the car that hit me on the way home didn't even leave a bruise so idk be nice to birds teaboot Sorry I know I bring this shit up a lot but sometimes im awake at night and I just. keep thinking teaboot I think the secret to survival is to be good to animals, stay away from men, and say "no elsean Source: teaboot 205.063 notes Teaboots Adventures As That White Girl in Horror Movies
Animals, Bones, and Church: teaboot
 The amount of times I could have been that
 white girl in the horror movie could honestly
 be a movie in itself and it's honestly a waste
 that my entire life isn't constantly recorded on
 film because it would be HILARIOUS
 teaboot
 1. That one time I decided to see what was
 past the old gate in the woods, but when
 got there it had been smashed in half and
 there was a decapitated sheep head with no
 skin just off the trail, so instead I just turned
 around and went home.
 2. That time some friends and I went camping
 and we found a pile of bones wrapped in a
 garbage bag buried under a log, but the adult
 supervisor told us it was nothing, so we just
 put it back and didn't talk about it again.
 3. The time I was getting chased through
 the woods at night and I realized "wait it's
 dark as fuck so I just held still until the guy
 gave up and left.
 . The time this dude said he was in love with
 me and so he was going to cut my head off
 and dump my body in a lake, so l told him
 to grow the hell up, but then he got caught
 stealing girl's underwear a day later andI
 never saw him again
 5. That one time in college where I was
 taking a shortcut on my home at night and a
 car followed me into a dark alley, so I stared
 directly into the driver's side of the window
 and walked towards it to psych them out
 6. The night I was out on a walk and this old
 guy told me he'd locked his keys in his truck
 and that he needed someone my size to crawl
 in through the back window for him, so I told
 him you know that sounds super suspicious
 right and told him where to find a pay phone
 for a tow truck instead
 7. The one time this random guy on the street
 said he was in love with me and so he was
 going to follow me home on my bus, so l
 clapped him on the shoulder and told him that
 if he got that close to my bus then I was going
 to throw him under the wheels, but then this
 really nice homeless man from Nigeria told
 the guy to fuck off and then checked to make
 sure he didn't follow me onboard
 8. That big cat with yellow eyes who I found
 in a well and brought home who used to put
 rotting meat in my closet and wake me up
 by chewing on my face, until I put him back
 outside and never saw him again.
 9. My one cousin who used to come over
 for the summer who kept calling me 'piñata
 and hitting me with sticks, until he went back
 home and was sent to juvie c
 got caught torturing animals
 cause he finally
 10. The time I got lost on the way to a
 meeting and wound up at a circus tent
 instead, and got followed by a full-out clown
 for three vacant street blocks
 11. The pet hamster I had when I was seven
 who would scream all night and eventually es-
 caped by ripping a bar out of its cage and wig-
 gling through the hole. My mom caught it and
 put it back but it lved another year and a half
 until one night the screaming just stopped
 12. The time I was whistling in the woods
 and something started whistling back,
 so I went home
 13. That one night at summer camp where
 a group of girls got together to play 'bloody
 mary in the lavatory and invited me to
 come with them so I said "no thanks" and
 stayed with the camp councillors and
 drank soup instead.
 14. The old abandoned house I just moved
 into with the door that leads into a big
 empty room full of dirt and empty cooking
 pots that I just sort of... locked up forever
 and never gon
 ear
 15. Once when I was at an ihop I saw a
 coffee mug do a full 360° spin with nobody
 touching it, so I said 'that was neat' and
 never ate there again
 16. The time I took a photo of a big old raven
 sitting on the crucifix on top of the old town
 church cause it was the most goth thing l'd
 ever seen, right? But then it swooped down
 towards me, so I apologized immediately for
 being rude, and I felt a little silly for a while
 but the car that hit me on the way home didn't
 even leave a bruise so idk be nice to birds
 teaboot
 Sorry I know I bring this shit up a lot but
 sometimes im awake at night and I just.
 keep thinking
 teaboot
 I think the secret to survival is to be good to
 animals, stay away from men, and say "no
 elsean
 Source: teaboot
 205.063 notes
Teaboots Adventures As That White Girl  in Horror Movies

Teaboots Adventures As That White Girl in Horror Movies

Alive, Bitch, and Chill: YOU MATCHED WITH ON 24/10/18 Important question: when you do finger guns, do you stick up both pointer and middle finger or just pointer? Wed, 24 Oct, 8:20 am Both? Haha Wed, 24 Oct, 9:25 pm What about sounds? What do you do when you shoot? Pew pew? Haha Say we had a duel and I whipped out both hands, would that be too far? Hmm...you better be prepared for when i wip out two hands pew pew sounds* "I dodgeroll to the nearest table flipping it in one swift motion for cover * flips table in slow motion puts finger guns to head* Are you feelin lucky...punk? sweat beads down my forehead* Ok, ok, you got me "you feel a finger poke the back of your head* You hear a somewhat familiar Boston accent say "Do you?" You turn around and to your surprise you see Danny Devito standing behind you. He's on my side gulp *slowly lowers fingers guns Chill..violence is NOT the answer, okay?. jumps up and shoots Danny in the shoulder* *you feel a finger gun on your back, you slowly turn to see Clint Eastwood behind you *the cold finger on my back sends a shiver down my spine* "He starts whistling This is the End by The Doors, great song. "This is how I wish to go out"I say calmly, accepting my fate Are you are fucking writer? And then boom I open my eyes to see that I am still alive and well. Not Clint However I look at you in shock as you lower your finger gun. Clint collapses to the ground "You're welcome" you say I wish Imao " wait, why did i shoot him?.."i ask, very confused... "You fall to the ground, you're about to faint I rush over to you to catch you Succeeding You go cold then all of a sudden a shadow rushes over you Danny Devito's possession got it's revenge* We both wave the white flag and go grab a couple of drinks laughing about what just took place " cheers", i say, holding my basic white bitch drink over to yours (vodka soda) The first conversation between myself and my (now) girlfriend
Alive, Bitch, and Chill: YOU MATCHED WITH
 ON 24/10/18
 Important question: when you do
 finger guns, do you stick up both
 pointer and middle finger or just
 pointer?
 Wed, 24 Oct, 8:20 am
 Both? Haha
 Wed, 24 Oct, 9:25 pm
 What about sounds? What do
 you do when you shoot?
 Pew pew? Haha
 Say we had a duel and I whipped
 out both hands, would that be
 too far?
 Hmm...you better be prepared
 for when i wip out two hands
 pew pew sounds*
 "I dodgeroll to the nearest table
 flipping it in one swift motion for
 cover
 * flips table in slow motion
 puts finger guns to head*
 Are you feelin lucky...punk?
 sweat beads down my
 forehead*
 Ok, ok, you got me
 "you feel a finger poke the back
 of your head*
 You hear a somewhat familiar
 Boston accent say "Do you?"
 You turn around and to your
 surprise you see Danny Devito
 standing behind you. He's on my
 side
 gulp
 *slowly lowers fingers guns
 Chill..violence is NOT the answer,
 okay?.
 jumps up and shoots Danny in
 the shoulder*
 *you feel a finger gun on your
 back, you slowly turn to see Clint
 Eastwood behind you
 *the cold finger on my back
 sends a shiver down my spine*
 "He starts whistling This is the
 End by The Doors, great song.
 "This is how I wish to go out"I
 say calmly, accepting my fate
 Are you are fucking writer?
 And then boom
 I open my eyes to see that I am
 still alive and well. Not Clint
 However
 I look at you in shock as you
 lower your finger gun. Clint
 collapses to the ground
 "You're welcome" you say
 I wish Imao
 " wait, why did i shoot him?.."i
 ask, very confused...
 "You fall to the ground, you're
 about to faint
 I rush over to you to catch you
 Succeeding
 You go cold then all of a sudden
 a shadow rushes over you
 Danny Devito's possession got
 it's revenge*
 We both wave the white flag and
 go grab a couple of drinks
 laughing about what just took
 place
 " cheers", i say, holding my
 basic white bitch drink over to
 yours
 (vodka soda)
The first conversation between myself and my (now) girlfriend

The first conversation between myself and my (now) girlfriend

Advice, Be Like, and Books: shock if fallout 76 really is a world where "every character is a real person" & there's no NPCs im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly tavern barkeep and then once i've established enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of west virginia and it will be in character teamOplayerO someone help where's the screenshot of some post somewhere about the mmo player who barkept for a longass time then fucked absolutely everyone over yes-sica God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage druid, and ranger that played the game. After they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip. Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant and then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did. Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore rpers mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were collapsed and dying. Soon they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain psychotic bartender came and cut off your head which I did to every player in our group of 38. They were all there, and unfortunately so was I Revenge against what, you ask? So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there was in character justification for any instance of disputed player killing, obviously my situation prompted a call for an investigation. I understood those rules from the start though, and I kept a written log in the game where I detailed my character's building hatred of every single other player character in the world. He would keep track of every little thing from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that people roleplayed to develop their characters into the madness of mine So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he had multiple journals packed full of a thousand reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who was also the server admin had some ornate cloak with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what kind of insufferable prick he must have been for wearing it. I would just write one or two things down every day for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs to locate in the tavern basement and read through. The result was that they found my massacre to be in good form and in-character, so the server was not rolled back and instead they decided to reset and implement a new landmass they had been working on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a handful of the veteran players who had been top dog for several years in their little gladiator arena. I only did any of it because my first character was murdered by some overzealous asshole who just used his character to project his inferiority complex. He killed me on my second day on the server because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it was taking place in the middle of town and there was a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was not invited and he was a known prick it was found justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that, and rolled a new character who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won. This one? Source: shock 114.795 notes D ; advice-animal: I hope I can become this spiteful one day
Advice, Be Like, and Books: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
advice-animal:

I hope I can become this spiteful one day

advice-animal: I hope I can become this spiteful one day

Be Like, Books, and Complex: shock if fallout 76 really is a world where "every character is a real person" & there's no NPCs im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly tavern barkeep and then once i've established enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of west virginia and it will be in character teamOplayerO someone help where's the screenshot of some post somewhere about the mmo player who barkept for a longass time then fucked absolutely everyone over yes-sica God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage druid, and ranger that played the game. After they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip. Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant and then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did. Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore rpers mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were collapsed and dying. Soon they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain psychotic bartender came and cut off your head which I did to every player in our group of 38. They were all there, and unfortunately so was I Revenge against what, you ask? So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there was in character justification for any instance of disputed player killing, obviously my situation prompted a call for an investigation. I understood those rules from the start though, and I kept a written log in the game where I detailed my character's building hatred of every single other player character in the world. He would keep track of every little thing from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that people roleplayed to develop their characters into the madness of mine So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he had multiple journals packed full of a thousand reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who was also the server admin had some ornate cloak with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what kind of insufferable prick he must have been for wearing it. I would just write one or two things down every day for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs to locate in the tavern basement and read through. The result was that they found my massacre to be in good form and in-character, so the server was not rolled back and instead they decided to reset and implement a new landmass they had been working on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a handful of the veteran players who had been top dog for several years in their little gladiator arena. I only did any of it because my first character was murdered by some overzealous asshole who just used his character to project his inferiority complex. He killed me on my second day on the server because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it was taking place in the middle of town and there was a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was not invited and he was a known prick it was found justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that, and rolled a new character who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won. This one? Source: shock 114.795 notes D ; I hope I can become this spiteful one day
Be Like, Books, and Complex: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
I hope I can become this spiteful one day

I hope I can become this spiteful one day

Animals, Bones, and Church: teaboot The amount of times I could have been that white girl in the horror movie could honestly be a movie in itself and it's honestly a waste that my entire life isn't constantly recorded on film because it would be HILARIOUSS teaboot 1. That one time I decided to see what was past the old gate in the woods, but when got there it had beern smashed in half and there was a decapitated sheep head with no skin just off the trail, so instead I just turned around and went home 2. That time some friends and I went camping and we found a pile of bones wrapped in a garbage bag buried under a log, but the adult supervisor told us it was nothing, so we just put it back and didn't talk about it again. 3. The time I was getting chased through the woods at night and I realized "wait it's dark as fuck" so I just held still until the guy gave up and left. 4. The time this dude said he was in love with me and so he was going to cut my head off and dump my body in a lake, so I told him to grow the hell up, but then he got caught stealing girl's underwear a day later and I never saw him again 5. That one time in college where I was taking a short- cut on my home at night and a car followed me into a dark alley, so I stared directly into the drivers side of the window and walked towards it to psych them out 6. The night I was out on a walk and this old guy told me he'd locked his keys in his truck and that he needed someone my size to crawl in through the back window for him, so l told him "you know that sounds super suspicious right" and told him where to find a pay phone for a tow truck instead 7. The one time this random guy on the street said he was in love with me and so he was going to follow me home on my bus, so I clapped him on the shoulder and told him that if he got that close to my bus then l was going to throw him under the wheels, but then this really nice homeless man from Nigeria told the guy to fuck off and then checked to make sure he didn't follow me onboard 8. That big cat with yellow eyes who I found in a wel and brought home who used to put rotting meat in my closet and wake me up by chewing on my face, until put him back outside and never saw him again. 9. My one cousin who used to come over for the summer who kept calling me piñata' and hitting me with sticks, until he went back home and was sent to juvie cause he finally got caught torturing animals 10. The time I got lost on the way to a meeting and wound up at a circus tent instead, and got followed by a full-out clown for three vacant street blocks 11. The pet hamster I had when I was seven who would scream all night and eventually escaped by ripping a bar out of its cage and wiggling through the hole. My mom caught it and put it back but it lived another year and a half until one night the screaming just stopped 12. The time I was whistling in the woods and something started whistling back, so I went home 13. That one night at summer camp where a group of girls got together to play bloody mary' in the lavatory and invited me to come with them so I said "no thanks" and stayed with the camp councillors and drank soup instead 14. The old abandoned house I just moved into witlh the door that leads into a big empty room full of dirt and empty cooking pots that I just sort of.. locked up forever and never go near 15. Once when I was at an ihop I saw a coffee mug do a full 360° spin with nobody touching it, so I said that was neat' and never ate there again 16. The time I took a photo of a big old raven sitting on the crucifix on top of the old town church cause it was the most goth thing I'd ever seen, right? But then it swooped down towards me, so I apologized immediately for being rude, and I felt a little silly for a while but the car that hit me on the way home didn't even leave a bruise so idk be nice to birds teaboot Sorry I know I bring this shit up a lot but sometimes inm awake at night and I just. keep thinking teaboot I think the secret to survival is to be good to animals, stay away from men, and say "no thanks" to everything else Source: teaboot 17,084 notes That One Time
Animals, Bones, and Church: teaboot
 The amount of times I could have been that white
 girl in the horror movie could honestly be a movie
 in itself and it's honestly a waste that my entire life
 isn't constantly recorded on film because it would be
 HILARIOUSS
 teaboot
 1. That one time I decided to see what was past the
 old gate in the woods, but when got there it had beern
 smashed in half and there was a decapitated sheep
 head with no skin just off the trail, so instead I just
 turned around and went home
 2. That time some friends and I went camping and we
 found a pile of bones wrapped in a garbage bag buried
 under a log, but the adult supervisor told us it was
 nothing, so we just put it back and didn't talk about it
 again.
 3. The time I was getting chased through the woods
 at night and I realized "wait it's dark as fuck" so I just
 held still until the guy gave up and left.
 4. The time this dude said he was in love with me and
 so he was going to cut my head off and dump my
 body in a lake, so I told him to grow the hell up, but
 then he got caught stealing girl's underwear a day later
 and I never saw him again
 5. That one time in college where I was taking a short-
 cut on my home at night and a car followed me into a
 dark alley, so I stared directly into the drivers side of
 the window and walked towards it to psych them out
 6. The night I was out on a walk and this old guy
 told me he'd locked his keys in his truck and that he
 needed someone my size to crawl in through the back
 window for him, so l told him "you know that sounds
 super suspicious right" and told him where to find a
 pay phone for a tow truck instead
 7. The one time this random guy on the street said
 he was in love with me and so he was going to follow
 me home on my bus, so I clapped him on the shoulder
 and told him that if he got that close to my bus then l
 was going to throw him under the wheels, but then this
 really nice homeless man from Nigeria told the guy
 to fuck off and then checked to make sure he didn't
 follow me onboard
 8. That big cat with yellow eyes who I found in a wel
 and brought home who used to put rotting meat in my
 closet and wake me up by chewing on my face, until
 put him back outside and never saw him again.
 9. My one cousin who used to come over for the
 summer who kept calling me piñata' and hitting me
 with sticks, until he went back home and was sent to
 juvie cause he finally got caught torturing animals
 10. The time I got lost on the way to a meeting and
 wound up at a circus tent instead, and got followed by
 a full-out clown for three vacant street blocks
 11. The pet hamster I had when I was seven who
 would scream all night and eventually escaped by
 ripping a bar out of its cage and wiggling through the
 hole. My mom caught it and put it back but it lived
 another year and a half until one night the screaming
 just stopped
 12. The time I was whistling in the woods and
 something started whistling back, so I went home
 13. That one night at summer camp where a group of
 girls got together to play bloody mary' in the lavatory
 and invited me to come with them so I said "no
 thanks" and stayed with the camp councillors and
 drank soup instead
 14. The old abandoned house I just moved into witlh
 the door that leads into a big empty room full of dirt
 and empty cooking pots that I just sort of.. locked up
 forever and never go near
 15. Once when I was at an ihop I saw a coffee mug do
 a full 360° spin with nobody touching it, so I said that
 was neat' and never ate there again
 16. The time I took a photo of a big old raven sitting
 on the crucifix on top of the old town church cause
 it was the most goth thing I'd ever seen, right? But
 then it swooped down towards me, so I apologized
 immediately for being rude, and I felt a little silly for a
 while but the car that hit me on the way home didn't
 even leave a bruise so idk be nice to birds
 teaboot
 Sorry I know I bring this shit up a lot but sometimes inm
 awake at night and I just. keep thinking
 teaboot
 I think the secret to survival is to be good to animals,
 stay away from men, and say "no thanks" to
 everything else
 Source: teaboot
 17,084 notes
That One Time

That One Time

Ass, Bad, and Beautiful: teaboot I swear to God I'm going to kill my pothead stoner asshole neighbors. This apartment has no fucking air circulation and it's hot as Lucifer's tits in here so I open window and it's fucking 25/7around-the-clock goddamned fucking CLOUDS of fucking weed coming up the side of the building, fucking hotboxes by proxy two stories up. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Like I could not physically give less of a steaming shit that they're smoking pot, I don't care, I don't give a FUUUUCK, but it's a beautiful 3 in the afternoon or pouring rain at 1 AM and ITS PRECIPITATING WEED SWEAT IN MY LIVIBG ROOM I swear to God they're just chucking it by the kilo onto the barbecue at this point. They've got to be hosting a fucking White Trash Bob Marley revival tour on their fucking balcony and broadcasting it live to Hoboken They're doing a goddamned kush marathon fundraiser to raise awareness for discontinued Doritos flavours I can hear them coughing smoke. FROM MY BATHROOM Every so often I hear a loud ass *wheeeeze*, and I pray to the Lord that one of them has finally Gone Home To Jesus There is no reason in the entire known universe for three people to consume this much fucking devil lettuce per day. They should be dead. They're going to be the first known death caused by a marijuana overdose I cannot overstate how bad it smells When I open my window, I'm immediately astral-projected into the body of a 43 year old blonde woman with dreadlocks named Amethystglow Phoenixfire. She has an OM tattoo on top of her left foot and sells decorative gourds online. Her "spirit animal" is a tiger. She has a rescue dog and feeds it on a strict vegan diet. She doesn't believe in soap An hour later I emerge from my vision wearing a triple X size mumu, one burkinstock, and a Lulu lemon headband. I didn't own a bongo before, but I do now teaboot I promised my mama I wouldn't grow up to be a violet person but Its past midnight on a Thursday and I'm about to go downstairs and strangle these shit spewing smog muppets with my own two bare hands teaboot I have to get up at 6 AM for work tomorrow morning and I'm going to have to walk past a crime scene that looks like three oily sheepdogs were beaten to death by Oscar the grouch and I'm going to have to pretend I have no idea what happened teaboot I'm so fucking high right now teaboot HOLY FUCK THIS IS STILL MY LIFE BUT ON THE BRIGHT SIDE THEIR COUGHS ARE NOW A LONG, WHISTLING WHEEZE SO MAYBE GOD IS HERE TO INTERVENE Source: teaboot The neighbors are doing the weed.
Ass, Bad, and Beautiful: teaboot
 I swear to God I'm going to kill my pothead
 stoner asshole neighbors. This apartment
 has no fucking air circulation and it's hot as
 Lucifer's tits in here so I open window and it's
 fucking 25/7around-the-clock goddamned
 fucking CLOUDS of fucking weed coming up
 the side of the building, fucking hotboxes by
 proxy two stories up. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.
 Like I could not physically give less of a
 steaming shit that they're smoking pot, I
 don't care, I don't give a FUUUUCK, but it's a
 beautiful 3 in the afternoon or pouring rain at
 1 AM and ITS PRECIPITATING WEED SWEAT
 IN MY LIVIBG ROOM
 I swear to God they're just chucking it by the
 kilo onto the barbecue at this point.
 They've got to be hosting a fucking White
 Trash Bob Marley revival tour on their fucking
 balcony and broadcasting it live to Hoboken
 They're doing a goddamned kush
 marathon fundraiser to raise awareness for
 discontinued Doritos flavours
 I can hear them coughing smoke. FROM MY
 BATHROOM
 Every so often I hear a loud ass *wheeeeze*,
 and I pray to the Lord that one of them has
 finally Gone Home To Jesus
 There is no reason in the entire known
 universe for three people to consume this
 much fucking devil lettuce per day. They
 should be dead. They're going to be the first
 known death caused by a marijuana overdose
 I cannot overstate how bad it smells
 When I open my window, I'm immediately
 astral-projected into the body of a 43 year
 old blonde woman with dreadlocks named
 Amethystglow Phoenixfire. She has an
 OM tattoo on top of her left foot and sells
 decorative gourds online. Her "spirit animal" is
 a tiger. She has a rescue dog and feeds it on a
 strict vegan diet. She doesn't believe in soap
 An hour later I emerge from my vision wearing
 a triple X size mumu, one burkinstock, and a
 Lulu lemon headband. I didn't own a bongo
 before, but I do now
 teaboot
 I promised my mama I wouldn't grow up to
 be a violet person but Its past midnight on a
 Thursday and I'm about to go downstairs and
 strangle these shit spewing smog muppets
 with my own two bare hands
 teaboot
 I have to get up at 6 AM for work tomorrow
 morning and I'm going to have to walk past
 a crime scene that looks like three oily
 sheepdogs were beaten to death by Oscar the
 grouch and I'm going to have to pretend I have
 no idea what happened
 teaboot
 I'm so fucking high right now
 teaboot
 HOLY FUCK THIS IS STILL MY LIFE BUT ON
 THE BRIGHT SIDE THEIR COUGHS ARE NOW
 A LONG, WHISTLING WHEEZE SO MAYBE
 GOD IS HERE TO INTERVENE
 Source: teaboot
The neighbors are doing the weed.

The neighbors are doing the weed.

Bill Cosby, Jail, and Life: Follow @CanaanJosephine If you all are going to lock Bill Cosby up at the age of 80, I need y'all to put Carolyn Byant Donham at age 83 in jail for accessory to murder for having Emmett till killed and CONFESSING in 2017 5:25 PM - 26 Apr 2018 14,363 Retweets 19,881 Likes <p><a href="https://darkvioletcloud.tumblr.com/post/173723038558/thespectacularspider-girl" class="tumblr_blog">darkvioletcloud</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://thespectacularspider-girl.tumblr.com/post/173636843909/concentrated-sunshine-thatpettyblackgirl" class="tumblr_blog">thespectacularspider-girl</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://concentrated-sunshine.tumblr.com/post/173636519475/thatpettyblackgirl-exactly-wouldnt-you-have-to" class="tumblr_blog">concentrated-sunshine</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://thatpettyblackgirl.tumblr.com/post/173347514546/exactly" class="tumblr_blog">thatpettyblackgirl</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>Exactly</p></blockquote> <p>Wouldn’t you have to y'know, have to prove that was her intent to convict her?</p> <p><br/></p> <p>Also , not to defend or excuse but you’re aware that would be a very large can of worms to open, yes?</p> </blockquote> <p>Yes, I’m not necessarily supporting the idea of jailing her but I’m noting the hypocrisy of the situation.</p> <p>She lied about being sexually assaulted by a black man and he was lynched as a result. I’m a firm believer that false accusations of rape should hold jail time, which this would apply to as well.</p> <p>I don’t support the people trying to use this to try and say Cosby should get off because of his age. I’m saying that if Cosby is guilty and is being jailed despite his age, this woman should be put on trial as an accessory to murder.</p> <p>Even if she’s found not guilty, the trial should occur. Because she flat out admitted she lied and that lie ended up getting a man killed. Just like if in the modern day a woman lies about a man raping her and that man got sent to jail for 40 years.</p> </blockquote> <p>He wasn’t even a man. If memory serves, Emmett Till was a <i>boy</i>. A young boy of <i>15 years old</i> and was brutally murdered for allegedly whistling at a woman. He was mutilated to the point of nearly being unrecognized and people fainted at his wake.</p> <p>He was a child. He was a child whose life was cut viciously short by monsters.</p> </blockquote>
Bill Cosby, Jail, and Life: Follow
 @CanaanJosephine
 If you all are going to lock Bill Cosby up
 at the age of 80, I need y'all to put
 Carolyn Byant Donham at age 83 in jail
 for accessory to murder for having
 Emmett till killed and CONFESSING in
 2017
 5:25 PM - 26 Apr 2018
 14,363 Retweets 19,881 Likes
<p><a href="https://darkvioletcloud.tumblr.com/post/173723038558/thespectacularspider-girl" class="tumblr_blog">darkvioletcloud</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://thespectacularspider-girl.tumblr.com/post/173636843909/concentrated-sunshine-thatpettyblackgirl" class="tumblr_blog">thespectacularspider-girl</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="https://concentrated-sunshine.tumblr.com/post/173636519475/thatpettyblackgirl-exactly-wouldnt-you-have-to" class="tumblr_blog">concentrated-sunshine</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="https://thatpettyblackgirl.tumblr.com/post/173347514546/exactly" class="tumblr_blog">thatpettyblackgirl</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>Exactly</p></blockquote>

<p>Wouldn’t you have to y'know, have to prove that was her intent to convict her?</p>
<p><br/></p>
<p>Also ,  not to defend or excuse but you’re aware that would be a very large can of worms to open, yes?</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Yes, I’m not necessarily supporting the idea of jailing her but I’m noting the hypocrisy of the situation.</p>
<p>She lied about being sexually assaulted by a black man and he was lynched as a result. I’m a firm believer that false accusations of rape should hold jail time, which this would apply to as well.</p>
<p>I don’t support the people trying to use this to try and say Cosby should get off because of his age. I’m saying that if Cosby is guilty and is being jailed despite his age, this woman should be put on trial as an accessory to murder.</p>
<p>Even if she’s found not guilty, the trial should occur. Because she flat out admitted she lied and that lie ended up getting a man killed. Just like if in the modern day a woman lies about a man raping her and that man got sent to jail for 40 years.</p>
</blockquote>

<p>He wasn’t even a man. If memory serves, Emmett Till was a <i>boy</i>. A young boy of <i>15 years old</i> and was brutally murdered for allegedly whistling at a woman. He was mutilated to the point of nearly being unrecognized and people fainted at his wake.</p>
<p>He was a child. He was a child whose life was cut viciously short by monsters.</p>
</blockquote>

darkvioletcloud: thespectacularspider-girl: concentrated-sunshine: thatpettyblackgirl: Exactly Wouldn’t you have to y'know, have to prove...

Food, Friends, and Life: semicolon m-dash ampersand every english teacher's favorite student doesn't start things until the last minute has hidden wild side of some kind probably a cat person must have final zinger in an argument kind of an asshole, but in the loveable way . off-the-charts sarcasm levels . cheer them up with food really heckin gay probably an art student trash for pastel-colored anything loves succulents but can't stop killing them ellipses colon quotation marks helps friends by sharing memes didn't peak until after high school ."what am i doing with my life" .probably a younger sibling what is self-control still unironically uses XD and o.O . freaks out when they see a dog . kind of a mess, but also pure mom friend Very Organized-how do they do it? . bakes desserts when stressed too hard on themselves asterisk exclamation point(s) parentheses . wrote it down but lost the note .thinks of perfect response a day later can't catch a break but Trying Really Hard loves nature/being outdoors . chaotic neutral won't stop watching vine comps hasn't slept in three days . for fuck's sake "well actually... . kind of a know-it-all won't realize they're the asterisk were probably valedictorian or something slash tilde question mark . so indecisive "hip with the youths" says "omg" (the acutual abbreviation) . has watched the office at least 3 times so soft probably a weeb .probably good at whistling doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings .always sleepy ."what is happening" .really likes podcasts and/or npr . shares nihilistic memes; really an optimist
Food, Friends, and Life: semicolon
 m-dash
 ampersand
 every english teacher's favorite student
 doesn't start things until the last minute
 has hidden wild side of some kind
 probably a cat person
 must have final zinger in an argument
 kind of an asshole, but in the loveable way
 . off-the-charts sarcasm levels
 . cheer them up with food
 really heckin gay
 probably an art student
 trash for pastel-colored anything
 loves succulents but can't stop killing them
 ellipses
 colon
 quotation marks
 helps friends by sharing memes
 didn't peak until after high school
 ."what am i doing with my life"
 .probably a younger sibling
 what is self-control
 still unironically uses XD and o.O
 . freaks out when they see a dog
 . kind of a mess, but also pure
 mom friend
 Very Organized-how do they do it?
 . bakes desserts when stressed
 too hard on themselves
 asterisk
 exclamation point(s)
 parentheses
 . wrote it down but lost the note
 .thinks of perfect response a day later
 can't catch a break but Trying Really Hard
 loves nature/being outdoors
 . chaotic neutral
 won't stop watching vine comps
 hasn't slept in three days
 . for fuck's sake
 "well actually...
 . kind of a know-it-all
 won't realize they're the asterisk
 were probably valedictorian or something
 slash
 tilde
 question mark
 . so indecisive
 "hip with the youths"
 says "omg" (the acutual abbreviation)
 . has watched the office at least 3 times
 so soft
 probably a weeb
 .probably good at whistling
 doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings
 .always sleepy
 ."what is happening"
 .really likes podcasts and/or npr
 . shares nihilistic memes; really an optimist
Being Alone, Memes, and Waves: Q4biddenknowledge CYMATIC FREQUENCY AMPLIH MEN WHISTLING i HAN Now wait for the match VOLUME WARNING! Annunaki taught humans the secrets of levitation( antigravity). You can see this Annunaki giant in this famous Sumerian cylinderscroll that has been analyzed dozens of times by scholars, but the secret eludes them. You need 4 things to reverse the magnetic polarity in an object. 1. Magnetic field generator. The Annunaki king is sitting on that device. Notice the Lions on the box facing opposite each other. That represents the opposing magneticfields . 2. FieldAmplifier. That's the technology device in the Annunaki kings hand. He uses that to control and modulate the magnetic field. 3. Cymatic frequency generator. The cymatics are the most important. You must place the cymatic frequency directly on top of the object that you want to levitate. You can generate a cymatic frequency using a home stereo speaker and amp. Research cymatics in your free time. 4. A loud whistle. Notice the 2 men whistling behind the man lifting the stone table with 1 hand. The whistling tone interacts with the magnetic field and the cymatic frequency and the atoms in the stone table reverse polarity greatly reducing the tables gravitational field. If you have been following my page for a while, you would have seen a post that I made about my visit to the CoralCastle in Miami Florida. It was built in modern times by a 4 foot 11 inch tall man named EdwardLeedskalnin. He claimed to have rediscovered the secrets of ancient Egyptian stone building and Stone levitation. He worked alone and could often be heard whistling. Edward used a very similar device as shown above in this post. All matter in the 3rdDimension can be completely manipulated because matter is only a frequency condensed into a slower vibration. Everything is vibration, sound and frequency emanating from electromagnetic waves. (In the beginning was the Word = Frequency and vibration) Let That 4biddenknowledge Marinate.
Being Alone, Memes, and Waves: Q4biddenknowledge
 CYMATIC FREQUENCY
 AMPLIH
 MEN WHISTLING
 i
 HAN
 Now wait for the match
VOLUME WARNING! Annunaki taught humans the secrets of levitation( antigravity). You can see this Annunaki giant in this famous Sumerian cylinderscroll that has been analyzed dozens of times by scholars, but the secret eludes them. You need 4 things to reverse the magnetic polarity in an object. 1. Magnetic field generator. The Annunaki king is sitting on that device. Notice the Lions on the box facing opposite each other. That represents the opposing magneticfields . 2. FieldAmplifier. That's the technology device in the Annunaki kings hand. He uses that to control and modulate the magnetic field. 3. Cymatic frequency generator. The cymatics are the most important. You must place the cymatic frequency directly on top of the object that you want to levitate. You can generate a cymatic frequency using a home stereo speaker and amp. Research cymatics in your free time. 4. A loud whistle. Notice the 2 men whistling behind the man lifting the stone table with 1 hand. The whistling tone interacts with the magnetic field and the cymatic frequency and the atoms in the stone table reverse polarity greatly reducing the tables gravitational field. If you have been following my page for a while, you would have seen a post that I made about my visit to the CoralCastle in Miami Florida. It was built in modern times by a 4 foot 11 inch tall man named EdwardLeedskalnin. He claimed to have rediscovered the secrets of ancient Egyptian stone building and Stone levitation. He worked alone and could often be heard whistling. Edward used a very similar device as shown above in this post. All matter in the 3rdDimension can be completely manipulated because matter is only a frequency condensed into a slower vibration. Everything is vibration, sound and frequency emanating from electromagnetic waves. (In the beginning was the Word = Frequency and vibration) Let That 4biddenknowledge Marinate.

VOLUME WARNING! Annunaki taught humans the secrets of levitation( antigravity). You can see this Annunaki giant in this famous Sumerian cyli...

Baked, Books, and Boxing: the signs and the five senses aries: the smell of cigarette smoke, the sight of libra: the smell of vanilla, the sight of painted empty streets at night, the sound of handprints on a wall, the sound of a movie uncontrollable laughter, the taste of tea, the feel soundtrack, the taste of italian food, the feel of a of many kisses. warm bubble bath. taurus: the smell of fresh flowers, the sight of scorpio: the smell of bonfires, the sight of words scribbled out on paper, the sound of a bookshelves in libraries, the sound of a type guilty pleasure pop song, the taste of writer, the taste of whiskey, the feel of an marshmallows, the feel of a good night's sleep. oversized jumper. gemini: the smell of expensive perfume, the sight of sunsets, the sound of water ripples, the sagittarius: the smell of candles, the sight of taste of champagne, the feel of a bathroom tile fairy lights, the sound of a church choir, the taste of mint, the feel of nostalgia. bare-footed. cancer: the smell of baked goods, the sight of capricorn: the smell of book pages, the sight of sunflowers, the sound of seagulls, the taste of tartan patterns, the sound of a busy city street, soft icecream, the feel of sand between your the taste of coffee, the feel of ambition. toes, leo: aquarius: the smell of nail polish, the sight of a the smell of an evening barbecue, the sight full moon, the sound of a music box, the taste of of sparklers, the sound of whistling, the taste of liquorice, the feel of goosebumps. coca-cola, the feel of warm sunshine. pisces: the smell of swimming pools, the sight of virgo: the smell of a forest, the sight of vines on a messed up bed, the sound of a piano, the taste buildings, the sound of vinyls, the taste of avocado, the feel of leaves rustling under your of pancakes, the feel of first love shoes. waaaooh
Baked, Books, and Boxing: the signs and the five senses
 aries: the smell of cigarette smoke, the sight of libra: the smell of vanilla, the sight of painted
 empty streets at night, the sound of
 handprints on a wall, the sound of a movie
 uncontrollable laughter, the taste of tea, the feel
 soundtrack, the taste of italian food, the feel of a
 of many kisses.
 warm bubble bath.
 taurus: the smell of fresh flowers, the sight of
 scorpio: the smell of bonfires, the sight of
 words scribbled out on paper, the sound of a
 bookshelves in libraries, the sound of a type
 guilty pleasure pop song, the taste of
 writer, the taste of whiskey, the feel of an
 marshmallows, the feel of a good night's sleep.
 oversized jumper.
 gemini: the smell of expensive perfume, the
 sight of sunsets, the sound of water ripples, the sagittarius: the smell of candles, the sight of
 taste of champagne, the feel of a bathroom tile fairy lights, the sound of a church choir, the taste
 of mint, the feel of nostalgia.
 bare-footed.
 cancer: the smell of baked goods, the sight of capricorn: the smell of book pages, the sight of
 sunflowers, the sound of seagulls, the taste of tartan patterns, the sound of a busy city street,
 soft icecream, the feel of sand between your
 the taste of coffee, the feel of ambition.
 toes,
 leo: aquarius: the smell of nail polish, the sight of a
 the smell of an evening barbecue, the sight
 full moon, the sound of a music box, the taste of
 of sparklers, the sound of whistling, the taste of
 liquorice, the feel of goosebumps.
 coca-cola, the feel of warm sunshine.
 pisces: the smell of swimming pools, the sight of
 virgo: the smell of a forest, the sight of vines on
 a messed up bed, the sound of a piano, the taste
 buildings, the sound of vinyls, the taste of
 avocado, the feel of leaves rustling under your
 of pancakes, the feel of first love
 shoes.
waaaooh

waaaooh

Nba, Sorry, and Sports: Luc Mbah a Moute LA Clippers Sorry @lucmbahamoute brought his whistling skills (yes, you read that right) to the NBA Talent Challenge [via @nbaontnt]
Nba, Sorry, and Sports: Luc Mbah a Moute
 LA Clippers
 Sorry
@lucmbahamoute brought his whistling skills (yes, you read that right) to the NBA Talent Challenge [via @nbaontnt]

@lucmbahamoute brought his whistling skills (yes, you read that right) to the NBA Talent Challenge [via @nbaontnt]