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i like pie with some bcon and blah blah and pie and i like toby i’m gonna has his babies SBWJHDFAWFAWHBFHYRKJVBEBIFVVHLVEKVKBKVHJ THERE DONE C:
why do birds like to chew watermellon with their butt gates?
i ust want ot run in the sun and never stop supernatual….. slkdfj fjkdlsa;alskdjf
my nailpolish is taking too long to dry i should have studied more my new pe teacher is okay “GOSPEL TRAIN IS COMING, HERE THE WHISTLE BLOW IF YOU THINK YOU’RE READY, IT’S ALMOST TIME TO GO!”
smosh
So once upon a time I bought some bacon and he said his name was Frank and I told him I really liked bacon and I didn’t think our friendship would last very long. This made Frank very upset but I didn’t give two shits and ate him up anyway. I met another dude he was soap, and he went by Charles. I hated Charles so I threw him in the shower and watched bits of him come apart and go down the drain. hi.
So i’m supposed to type without thinking um typing without hinking pie jesus god i can’t wait for shiloh’s generation to progress why is it going so slowly but i guess that’s my fault i have to pee i have to pee i have to peeeeee
I’m trying to decide what book idea I want to write first. Because I have so many ideas. But I want to see what my writing style is before I write my favorite idea, and create it into a series.
Oh, but for a draught of vintage that hath cooled by the river’s cold embrace, and that which does not lie makes a man yearn for the angel’s wayside. Ever so lightly, the male is cast down, his yoke becoming filial peasantry to his mother’s churlish grounds. And for the father - he takes up his wine and fencing.
And it was then that the cat decided that it was time for action. So without further ado, she raised her clawed paw and struck out at the Tabby in front of her, smiling at the yelp the target of her blow sounded upon impact.
ok I’m typing, but if I start typing eveything I’m thinking I’ll start to write in portuguese, because my native language isnt english, I’m sleepy but i cant go to bed yet because Sherlock. Can I stop typing to correct my grammar mistakes? no? ok then, It’ll stay this way, I wont even read it. I want some cheese, i dont know if it’s written like this but whatever I wont google it, is it right that everything that comes to my mind is Sherlock? I dont think so, either. OH HEY HELLO
I don’t think this will work, I mean I’m going to plan out what I’m saying. I did it for the first sentence and I’m going to keep doing it. I just did it again, two sentences. Thats how I write and I’m finding this so freaking hard I just want to write what I’ve planned and be done with it and oh my god what the hell is up with all the typos I’m making I have to go back every twenty seconds to correct myself I mean really. I wonder if Jess has responded yet, god I hope tumblr isn’t eating. I want to go downstairs to eat the cake but I’ll seem inconsiderate.
Hm, worked a bit
oh dear what to type i don’t know what this is my mind is full of things just rushing around it’s like a rocket tearing itself apart, trapped at the launch pad I NEED A CASE
I just really fucking need summer to be here so I can just go outside and lay back on the grass in baggy cargo shorts and a sports bra or bikini top and just absorb the sun. I can’t wait until summer nights at six flags when the last roller coaster I ride will be the Screaming Eagle. At the end of the ride, when dusk has fallen and the lights of the park are just starting to turn on, when the enormous velocity and momentum that you experienced during those few intense moments fades into a simple reverie of adrenaline, when all you can do is turn to your best friend who sits next to you and just laugh with them at the joy of the moment. That’s what I simply can’t wait to experience. I can’t wait until I go skinny dipping in rivers, meet new people, go to big and small bonfires and retreat into the corners with my friends, where we’ll play guitar as soft as we dare. We’ll play into the night, with the faintest of lights radiating off of the fire and the faintest of heats reaching our skin. We will cry with the beautiful music played by the beautiful people, and we will allow the cool summer’s night to soothe our heated souls.
Whew. That’s all I could get down.
I’m pigging out on popcorn and on tumblr even though I should be memorizing my french project that i’m 99% sure will have to be done tomorrow. I tried to memorize a bit but i was so bad that i judt wanted to cry and give up. oh, and i have a chem and math test tomorrow that i haven’t studied for because of the french project and i’m gonna fail and my parents will kill me and i’ll hate myself etc.
and i just got butter all over my keyboard from trying this…
I really don’t know whot at to type i just have a lot of feelings about Nic kright now or should I call him gorgon either way he’s kind of dead so I know i won’t enjoy this books as much but I miss him he needs to be alive again so I can ship the hell out of him with George oh my god what am I doing I should be reading or doing schoolwork spaghetti that wasn’t even random my dad’s making me spaghetti right now also coffee although I don’t think he’s actually making the coffee but I told him to and he said he would but I think he forgot I should go remind him I could probably write a fanfiction oneshot here without even thinking about it if I was inspired but I’m not inspired so I’d have to think about it oops so I won’t I should write more in general I should write my war horse fic I could do this forever I’m really hungry I’m gonna stop now
lolol i like this idea oh my god I’m not going to use proper grammar oh sweet christ new rule I’m not going to use backspace woohooo i thought about killing myself again today lololo I loved Lucifer on last friday’s episode honestly Mark Pelligreno or however the fuck you do his name oh my god I really want lemons right now i loove lemon things and the like holy shit oh god I’m just going to go you know fuck a sea horse or something.. actually I would prefer to. I wouldn’t have sex with anybody unless they were on the cast of supernatural or if they were andrew scott. mmm andrew scott. ooh or david tennant god I love the world that was a lie i hate everything I’ve ever said done and been lol I’m probably just going to go think about how much I hate myself and probably beat the shit out of my wall and re open all these cuts on my hands by doing so awesome can’t wait.
Benedict Cumberbatch just has a really nice face and I am jealous of his face and also those who associate with him because hey myu sunglasses are next to me on my bed and oh jalepeno chips these are good and oh my friends are tlakign to me about Sherlock I forced her to watch the first one and now she’s like offended at the lack of episodes and yes I did well good job Rashmi good job why are we out of cookie dough?
okay so i’m typing typeing when i first read this it sounded like a hint to write papers or something, oh i remember in provie summer when i was sitting at that little blue desk writing, i remember remembering elkins telling us to cover out laptop and just writewritewrite… and that i id idididi. wait not provie summer it was fall right lol i’m stupid i hear my brother playing some song on piano can i kill him now oky i should stop typing i have a huge project due soon ok bye.
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