HAPPY NEW YEARS TO YOU, TOO.
- DANGGG trinh:
- so like
- mom - GO THROW AWAY THE TRASH
- me - CAN I DO IT NEXT YEAR!?
- dad - LMFAO!
- by the way, i gotta go throw away the trash now. =.=
January 2010
December 2009
STRAIGHT AS A CIRCLE.
i bow down to thee who thought of such wisdom.
@ honey duckers →
youtube.com
YEAAAAAH, SUCKAHZ.
(via juicyycrunchyness)
formspring.me
I THINK YOU’RE FANTASTICALNESS (:
AWWWW, THANKYOUUU :3
youre freaking superfragilisticexpialidocious yourself, (;
formspring.me
LMFAO. who asked that question down thur?! HAHAHAHA
I WANNA KNOW JUST AS MUCH AS YOU! DX<
0f the mysterious tickling noise ;
DAMN, WHERE IS THAT NOISE COMING FROM!? D:<
i think its my dads phone, but at the same time
im totally having another harry potter moment.
{ oh justkidding its my clock =.= }
Today I realized something. Once the last Harry Potter movie comes on DVD, that's the end of Harry Potter. If they follow their schedule's correctly, this should happen around 2012. The end of Harry Potter means the end of the world. MLIA.
{ via mylifeisaverage }
Listen
i cant explain this feeling
i think about it everyday
& even though weve moved on
it gets so hard to walk away
{ im gonna remember you
youre gonna remember me }
walk away, walk away
{ im gonna remember you
youre gonna remember me }
so hard to express this feeling
`cause nobody compares to you
& you know she`ll never love you like i do
“love or lust, butterflies or bust ?”
—along with
hot or cold
donuts or bagels
vanilla or chocolate
asian persuasion or dominican domination
safety blanket or stranger danger
because indeed, love or lust ?
hot or cold
donuts or bagels
vanilla or chocolate
asian persuasion or dominican domination
safety blanket or stranger danger
because indeed, love or lust ?
YOUREAMEANONE.
You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
You’re as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.
You’re a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart’s an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You’ve got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.
I wouldn’t touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of you
I’d take the seasick crockodile.
You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You’re a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: “Stink. Stank. Stunk.”
You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You’re the king of sinful sots.
Your heart’s a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You’re a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.
You’re a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.
- - - - i miss you dr seuss.
