you see, it’s a metaphor
you nominate Leonardo DiCaprio for an Oscar but you don’t let him win
*Jesus does the cup song at the Last Supper* You’re going to miss me when I’m gone.
|Reasons to marry me:||We'd eat pizza and listen to good music together and we'd probably fuck 14 times a week and buy too many pets and build pillow forts.|
Like I’m not like this. I’m outgoing, loud and love to hear my own voice. I’ve never had a problem making friends or talking to people. I just don’t know what is happening. Today I had to get up and make a speech and I stuttered all my words, started shaking and all around could not make the words come out. This is not me, and I don’t know what to do….
if someone ever makes me the godparent of their child i’m going to make sure their child grows up referring to me as their fairy godparent and believing that i am their fairy godparent
Will you wear a pointy crown and have a star wand and little fairy wings too?
no of course not don’t be ridiculous
i will have huge fairy wings