THIS GUY IN MY CLASS NEXT TO ME WAS ON TUMBLR AND I LOOKED OVER AND ONE OF MY TEXT POSTS WAS ON HIS DASH AND I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY OWN SPIT
DID HE REBLOG OR NOT THAT IS THE QUESTION
HE DIDNT AND I FELT SLIGHTLY OFFENDED NGL
Ok so i went to an amusement park and as we were walking out this guy started tutting so i cheered him on and then he saw me and gave me the double-point that guys do you know when they like make their hands into little guns and like point at you yeah that thing and im like freaking out cuz he was kinda cute so yea but omg i dont get attention from guys so this is a huge accomplishment ive successfully got a flirt back from a guy
- BAD WORDS TO NEVER USE NOT EVEN ADULT CAN USE
- frick frop
- heckle deckle
- diddly darn
- zoowe mama
do not ever use words like these or else u will be grounded by oboma
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
i have reblogged this like 10 times and am tempted to print off some copies and stick them on my wall/in my sketchpad/on my art teacher’s face