February 2012
335 posts
Wear shirt two times: Dirty
Wear hoodie every day for three months: Still clean.
Anybody think I should buy this?? I'm considering... →
She paints a pretty picture But this picture has a twist You see… her paintbrush is a razor And her canvas is her wrist She paints her pretty picture In a color that’s blood red While using her sharp paintbrush She ends up finally dead Her pretty picture’s fading Quite slowly on her arm The blood is not racing through her She can no longer do harm She painted her pretty picture...
What I learned in religion today: Look at your...
teacher: what unit of measurement-
me: in daylights
teacher: thats not-
me: in sunsets
me: in midnights
teacher: you cant-
me: in cups of coffee
teacher: thats impossi-
me: in inches
teacher: yes! thats what i-
me: in miles
teacher: but you just-
me: in laughter
me: in strife
teacher: *opens mouth*-
me: in five hundred-twenty five thousand-six hundred minutes
teacher: well in this case you dont measure in ti-
me: how about looooooooooooooooove
teacher: i give up
me: measure in looooooooooove
teacher: out
me: seasons of loooooooooooooooove (attempt to harmonize with myself)
Teacher: A long time ago people thought there were only four elements. Can anyone guess what they were?
Me: Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he vanished.
Teacher:
Me:
teacher: what?
Me: what?
