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jesi → eighteen, probably doesn't have a life. reblogs like a bitch. likes weird shit and japanese/british things. watches friends and blogs that are cooler than you.where to from here
dArtthe sound of settling
i've got a hunger, twisting my stomach into knots.those i love
OH. HELL. YEAH. ;99999
I really don’t give a shit if you’re the nicest man on the planet, you’re dirt-poor, whatever. I do my part as a good neighbour on my block by keeping my dog (who’s known to be a biter) on a tight lead. Do not put my efforts in vain by antagonising my dog to make him bite you. Especially when I’m eighteen and you’re almost thirty-five. Have some damn maturity.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
The girl in the Tigger pyjama bottoms with the disheveled hair that looked really fucking pissed at you twenty minutes ago with the barking dog that looked ready to take a bite out of your thigh.
No, seriously. Your kids are, what, five. Watching Sesame Street, yeah, kids are usually between four and eight. Yeah, you know what; I watched cartoons with mild swears and some adult humour. I didn’t pick up on it until I was thirteen. Your kids aren’t being brainwashed yet, doucebags.
…so let them watch Oscar the Grouch in peace.