: What's wrong with you?!
Pick one.
Be in my life
Or out of it.
I’m tired of you choosing both.
You’re not here for my, my mom’s, or your own God damn birthday.
You decided when you want to be a part of my life, and that’s only when I’m doing something wrong or when it’s under what you want to do.
I’m tired of my mom…
I did a little comic for Hobby’s ”Bad Dad” series of comics it not funny
- mother: you need to stop playing the sims.
- me: ah fweegah fwaa boobasnot cayoo dis wompf es fredesche
If it actually started raining men I think I’d just start crying and be really terrified and not leave my house and just curl up into a ball and pretend I couldn’t hear the slamming of bodies falling upon my roof under no circumstances would I think “hallelujah”
“HERE ARE YOUR DAMN RINGS, NOW DON’T ASK ME AGAIN”
confessions-of-a-teenage-fitblr:
plot twist: santa actually brings you the naked celebrity you asked for and you have to awkwardly unwrap them in front of your entire family
