CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE GET ME THIS?
SRSLY, I WOULD LOVE A WOBBUFFET SHIRT.
where the fuck are these shirts at?!
I want both of those! I second what Val said!
Nintendo Store in NYC. -_-
THEY WEREN’T THERE WHEN I WENT FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Dear person,
Your tumblr was still logged on during class Pava’s, and I just wanted to let you know that no one else will have to look at your dashboard because I’m going to sign off for you.
Sorry for the inconvenience, but I hope your life is going well, but if things aren’t going well, just remember that there is always a new day to start new beginnings and to start new memories. Be happy, yeah?
-Words of a Stranger.
P.S Don’t be weirded out by this. I’m just really bored and wanted to express myself somehow.
P.P.S. Here’s a quote I like… “To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the world.”
Anyways, goodbye, adieu, farewell.
LOL. SORRY, IKYA.
I HAD TO DO IT WITH THE GLEE FONT. :DU KNO ILU, THO.
JACKIE. HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS UNTIL NOW.
OHMAN,AMAZING.
Damn it. Another day when I wake up crying in the middle of the night. This hasn’t happened in so long, why now of all times? It’s so random. I mean I know why I’m crying, but what a random time to choose.
So I was just laying there, you know, sleeping and having another random dream about something. But this is the only thing I can remember in detail, all of a sudden I hear, “K, Big, I’ll be back at 8:30 to take you to Karissa’s house.”
I simply responded with, “Ok, see you later!” And I stood up to go give my Dad a hug, which over the years became something strange because for some reason we just slowly stopped giving each other hugs.
“Ok, 8:30, I’ll be outside.”
“Ok.” And a long pause as we stood there just hugging. Like a father hugs his three year old, except now I was seventeen.
“Thanks…” He mumbled and in the dream, I just bust out crying out of no where. It made me realize how much things have changed over the years, and how I miss the innocence of just running up to him and giving him a hug. The child in me still thinks of him as the big man I’ll never grow up to be and just wants to grow up and make him proud, but this new me has something about him where he just can’t focus and get his shit straight enough to accomplish more than get by in class. I just miss those days of not having to worry about a thing and believing Daddy will take care of it forever just because he’s the biggest man on Earth. Daddy, really, I know I don’t show it often, but I love you and I appreciate everything you do. I really do, and I’m sorry for those times when I disappoint or upset you, I never mean to, I just don’t think clearly enough to prevent it. I’m trying though, I really am.
