if you’re over 6 feet I have a crush on you
I’m 6’3”, and no, you don’t. You don’t know me. This post feels beyond stupid.
What if I was over six feet and weighed 800 pounds? you still got a crush on me?
What if I was over 6 foot and had serious mental disabilities and had no way to take care of myself.
Shut up.
I understand reblogging a post and adding your opinion
but adding your opinion AND ending it with a glee gif?
Just stop fighting with me. I’m sick and tired of you doing this thing where one day you’re happy and loving and the next day you hate me.
Smile.
She might have not been your first nor might she be your last, but she’s yours now and at that’s all that matters. Remember that you need not to tread lightly through the mud with your bare-feet, mud is tough and she’s willing to endure it with you; take that trip together, she will love you for it. Gaze into her eyes. You see that twinkle that comes along the curvatures of her pupils? It glistens for you and when she flashes that wholehearted smile, you grin back and give her light kiss. Grab her hand and continue through the mud, she’s trekking behind with her hand in yours, ready to endure every obstacle.
So remember, having her now is better than never having her.
me: omg i love nuts in my mouth
john: das gon be my status
john: im just kidding. if i do that, my mom will be like 'soooo. whatchu been doing?'
I’m thankful for God for granting me more days to come. Each day is a day for thanks, knowing that everyday something new happens. Even though a bad day tends to occur, a new day will always give me a chance to start off fresh. To leave all my problems in the past, knowing that it’ll just stay there. What can happen with an upcoming bright future? A new friend? A new opportunity? A lesson learned? Happiness? Who knows. More days will come to see what will happen. For now, I’m just thankful to experience the life He planned for me.
