He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
Imagine being free all the time. Then suddenly as you begin to grow and mature you are trapped in the dark, hidden away, suffocated and only fully released at night. As you continue to grow you may be forced into ridiculously small spaces, or constantly pushed around. That is the tragic life of a boob.
my problem with writing stories is that i’d rather imagine it and play it out in my mind than actually put it into words
youve never experienced true heartbreak until you watch episode 2 of shut up flower boy band
Look at that studly piece of man.
How many times have I heard:
"Being a youtuber must be easy! You don’t have a real job and you get to stay at home!”
Now, I’m keeping in mind that there has to be a reason for someone to rationalize why they think this way. If I were to dumb down their reasoning I guess what they’re trying to…