pigfarts-pigfarts-here-i-come:
OH NEIN YOU DIDN’T.
I DID NAZI THAT COMING.
OH HEIL NO
JEW DID NOT JUST MAKE THAT JOKE
THAT IS NOT ALL REICH, OKAY, OH MY GOD
GUYS, THESE JOKES ARE TASTELESS, ANNE FRANKLY I WON’T STAND FOR THEM.
JOKES LIKE THIS REALLY PUT ME OUT OF MEIN KAMPFORT ZONE.
reblogging for the comments xD
bahhahaha
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I wish..
…everyone was logical. But nope, most people are idiots. People are rarely unbiased yet we tend to take their opinions into deep consideration…hm. The amount of people I can handle being around, can trust, and can honestly say I love and care about has dwindled down to two. Somehow I like this better.
Anyways, the guy I’m kinda sorta talking to is at a strip club and I’m jealous…that’s normal, right?
Also, re-watching old spongebob episodes…best idea ever.
Cheers :)
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That one kid that always feels the need to shout “cha cha cha” when singing Happy Birthday:
Lmao.
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Every time I watch this movie I fall in love with him :) haha.
A couple hours ago…
I said I had never felt so sad in my life. Turns out life can get a lot fucking worse in a couple of hours. I thought you would never sink so low again. You’re a fucking monster. No heart, no sympathy, not one ounce of caring or love in your fucking body. And whats worse, no fucking logic to match. As if the last couple days haven’t already been a fucking roller coaster. I hope, pray (in the looser sense of the word) that by some random MIRACLE your burned out brain cells decide to magically restore themselves and your state of hysteria is calmed…I can’t handle it anymore. And I have no one to vent to. I have a lot to feel thankful about and a lot to feel like shit about. The only thought that currently eases my mind? That this will all pass. Everything does. We all die. This means virtually nothing, just like everything else. And with that I’ll go to sleep peacefully, knowing that as badly as I may sometimes become vulnerable to my feelings, there is always a way out. Simple, inevitable, easily done. Thanks for the the phone call. And the 9 missed calls I’ve gotten in these last few sentences I’ve typed. Too bad you don’t mean shit to me anymore or I’d answer. I’d like to throw out there that my cousin is awesome, my boyfriend is amazing, I’ll miss you tremendously no matter how much you may think I won’t (truth is I probably won’t let you disappear on me), and I hope my mom feels better. Goodnight.
