Real Friends?Having some... friend drama.More Like This
So why not post something?
Do you have real friends?
FRIENDS: Wipes your tears when your rejected
BEST FRIENDS: Goes up to him and says, "It's because your gay isn't it?"
FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain
BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and says, "RUN!"
FRIENDS: Helps you up when you fall
BEST FRIENDS: Continues walking while saying, "Walk much smartness?"
FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.
FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell anyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.
FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.
FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...
Fanfic Fail: HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMore Like This
Hawk: What now?
Troy: A Harry Potter fic called HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Hawk: Sounds like Triple H's great grandson.
Troy: Yeah, Well, this will obviously be a Mary sue filled story where every one loves he-
Dobby relished his groinsaw's roar as he withdrew the flesh-choked blade from the astronaut's ruined skull.
He turned to Harry, thrusting his bloody, retina-covered pelvis with elfin fervor.
Hawk: I don't suppose we can get a bit of context with our Groinsaws?
"How does Ronnie Ron taste, master?"
Hawk: Didn't think so.
Harry spat out an eyeball. "Like some kid with eyes."
Troy: Wait...Harry is fighting demonic astronauts in space with a chainsaw attached to his crotch with dobby?
Hawk: GROINSAWS! YOUR PITIFUL MIND CAN NOT GRASP THE AWESOMENESS!
Troy: So, I take it they're not compensating with Groinsaws?
Hawk: Well, they are but IT'S STILL AWESOME!
Dobby ducked an astronaut's poison barbed fist, diggin
SynesthesiaI refuse to believe other people don't have this--don't feel this.More Like This
Maybe they aren't aware of it, don't consciously think about it; but it has to be there. How else could you walk into a room and think,
"This room makes me feel blank."
How else could you have warm and cold colors, how else could smells be tied so tightly to memories that the scent of sunscreen takes you to the beach regardless of the season,
and don't tell me you don't feel it.
You have to.
We live and we breathe and we solve math problems and we create art and we solve mysteries and all the while our minds are making connections, ones we may not be aware of, ones we may not understand.
We are in turmoil, our bodies, our minds, beyond a speed you can track, beyond any formula we could comprehend, all in order to live and breathe in the crisp smell of autumn leaves, and this we understand. We don't know where the air filling our lungs melds into the feeling we get in our hearts, we don't know why we do,