Sorry I didn’t post much yiff today, I only post yiff I find suitable for my tastes, and there weren’t many posts in my feed today. I guess I should follow a couple more blogs and turn 13 into 15.
Brunettes
Skaters/emos
Petite
Fun & funny
Talented
Smart
Beautiful
Down to earth
^My type^
I’m 5'11 and I only weigh 127, and if I flex my forearms infront of my chest, both of them combined are wider than my chest. My dick is more than half as long as I am wide, and .5-1.5 inches longer than my body is thick. I eat more than most people do in a typical day, call me anorexic, and I’ll eat your ass.
1 in about 1,500,000 people follow me on tumblr, feel special?
What if time doesn’t exist and past, present and future are all one entity, and the reason we have these moments where we think something will happen and we’re right down to the last detail, for example my grandfather said he knew alot of people who thought they’d die on a specific mission and did, or when that one boxer, Sugar ray I think, was going to fight, and called off the fight because he thought he’d kill that guy, or deja voux, or when you see something in a dream, exactly as it would appear in real life, then you see that exact thing in person later on, what if this is because time doesn’t change and past present and future are all here at the same time so we can see the future in the present, and experience it later, and why we can flashback and flashforeward. What if there was some way to control that, you could predict the future exactly.
Now you seee what happens in my head.
Every day this week, and randomly here abd there, I’ll do something on a regualar basis, then not do something one day, because I think something different will happen, and the different thing I predicted, or something similar will happen, for example, I was going to buy the girl I love something to eat as a little suprise, but I was like “maybe she won’t be here, I’ll just keep the money and I’ll go out later and buy her something if she is here”, and guess what, she wasn’t here.
I trim, but I’ve been putting it off becase I’m a little lazy.
I lost 15 followers for those nudes, so I probrobly won’t upload nude very often anymore, I guess maybe just when I feel like it.
What about it?
When I’m standing the base of my dick is 8.5 inches from my bellly button.
I like most stoners, but the stoners who are all like “weed is a plant, you should ban tobacco instead” are annoying
TOBACCO IS A MOTHERFUCKING PLANT TOO, YOU DENSE RED EYED MOTHERFUCKER
I just went to tacobell and a nice middle eastern man solved the math problem on my tshirt
I am wearing that wallmart shirt with the pathagorean theorum and the find X and the Duh here it is, and the letter X is circled.
It was sorta weird, but it was a little fun because got to interact with a new homie.
Has anyone noticed how much bad shit England gets away with? Damn England, if I want a crime committed I’d go to you.
If I wasn’t in this 2,000 pound mobile fortress of glass and steel, I’d kick your ass.
For example, if you get called for jury duty, or see a cop, or anyone who is easily creeped out, do the beginning of West End Girls by the Pet Shop Boys.
“Sometimes you’re better of dead, there’s a gun in your hand, it’s pointed at your head, you think you’re mad, you’re too unstable, kicking in chairs, and knocking down tables, in a reastraunt, in a west end town, call the police there’s a mad man around, running down, underground, to a dive bar, in a west end town”
You may have noticed the 3 songs I posted the lyrics to, they’re 3 of my favorite songs (my favorite song is All of My Love by Led Zeppelin)
The first song is Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd
The second song is One by U2 (which I’ve been told is about AIDS)
And the third is Sunday, Bloody Sunday by U2, it is about the Bloody Sunday massacre (also known as the Bogside massacre) in I believe Northern Ireland (maybe Ireland) a British paratrooper regiment came in and fired over 100 rounds at unarmed peacefull protestors who were making the attempt to flee the soldiers, 14 killed, more injured, one of the ones was on his knees surrendering when he was shot in the face at point blank range. It shows what people will do for religion, and January 30th 1972 shall forever bear infamy for this tragic unnessicary act of violence.
I can’t believe the news today
Oh, I can’t close my eyes
And make it go away
How long…
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long…
‘cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…
Broken bottles under children’s feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won’t heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
How long…
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long…
'cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…
tonight…
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On…
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday…
Is it getting better,
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you, now?
You got someone to blame.
You say, one love, one life,
When it’s one need, in the night,
One love, we get to share it,
It leaves you, baby, and you don’t care for it.
Did I disappoint you,
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love,
And you want me to go without.
Well it’s, too late, tonight,
To drag the past out into the light,
We’re one, but we’re not the same,
Well we carry each other, carry each other,
One…
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head?
Did I ask too much, more than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now it’s all I got,
We’re one, but we’re not the same.
Well, we hurt each other,
And we do it again.
You say “Love is a temple, love a higher law,
Love is a temple, love the higher law.
"You asked me to enter, and then you made me crawl,
But I can’t keep holding on, to what you got,
When all you got is hurt.
One love, one blood,
One life, you got to do what you should,
One life with each other,
Sisters, brothers.
One life, but we’re not the same,
We get to carry each other, carry each other…
One…
One… (yeah-ah)
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me
For I must be travelin’ on now
There’s too many places I got to see
If I stay here with you girl
Things just couldn’t be the same
‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can’t change
Bye bye baby, it’s been sweet love, yeah yeah
Though this feelin’ I can’t change
Please don’t take it so badly
'Cause Lord knows, I’m to blame
And if I stay here with you girl
Things just couldn’t even be the same
'Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can’t change
Lord help me, I can’t change
Lord I can’t change
Won’t you fly high free bird yeah
Have you noticed funerals are like depressing parites?
Like birthday parties, celebrating a person’s life, because they died.
Welp Jimbo died, get some cake and put him in the corner, we’ll talk about him and cry and eat cake, and get drunk, and a majority of us will get over it and forget about him in a couple days! Yay! Rotting corpse party!
Shit, funeral is comprised of A, E, F, L, N, R, and U, just like REAL FUN, but funerals aren’t fun
P.S. If anyone close to you died recently, I give you my deepest condolences, unless they were a bad person.
*sings beat* *sings guitar* *sings drum* *sings bass* *sings lyrics* *flails arms and head irradically* “this is a library!” *takes out headphones* “sorry” *puts headphones back in and continues slightly quieter*
I think I made this blog on July 16, 2014, so we should have around 5,000 by the 1 year anniversary of my blog.