Yeah, nothing sexier than two terrified 12 year olds with mustaches
12 year olds aren't..
But epic mustaches are! :3
Yeah, nothing sexier than two terrified 12 year olds with mustaches
i havent ever stolen beer in my life ;0
What's that froth on your mouth?
No, not true, i said nto to tel. hes lying, its just a joke. and there is no froth
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I miss the time when my fear used to prompt me into combat, rather than just avoid things.
I hope I didn't judge someone too harshly. Sometimes people do something that, while maybe it wasn't right, wasn't done with malicious intent.
I hate how my job drains any motivative shred of energy I have, leaving me this useless inspire-less husk.
I want to create so many things, but for the life of me I just can't do it with all this pressure. There's no joy in the process anymore. Only endless rushing until it's finished.. And not even when it's finished there's satisfaction. Damn it. I knew this would happen..
I used to be able to block out the bad for the sake of serenity, but all that is being corrupted by this currently empty life focused solely on life-maintenance. It's disgusting.
If only there was a place where you could escape it all.
I got my third "run, forest, run" of the year today.
It came from an andolescent prodigy riding a scooter.