trying to write the first paragraph of a thing
trying to make a great idea for a story into a cohesive plot
me trying to write a fight scene.
So, long, long ago, in a far away land, the mystical llamacorns drifted down from a lowly, purple cloud. I happened to witness this amazing feat. In fact, they even spoke to me in their mystical llama language. Lucky for you, I can translate.
Here is what they said:
trying to write the first paragraph of a thing
trying to make a great idea for a story into a cohesive plot
me trying to write a fight scene.
my mom was pulling into a parking space today and she asked “am i relatively straight?” and i said “i think that’s something you need to decide for yourself” and she told me to walk home
(via awesomecoolwhip)
when u accidentally hurt ur friends feelings and they insist that its fine but u know it isnt
(via prettyflyforaredspy)
SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY
(via angellikesbutts)