Pizza place at my university offers a “stoner pie” complete with pepperoni, bacon, extra cheese, mozzarella sticks, and French fries.
Get the pepperoni outta here and we good money
ill take the pepporoni
I would like to remind people that this post is the reason RDJ has started calling Chris Evans “Dorito”
i get bloody noses a lot and i can usually feel it about 30 seconds before it starts dripping. today in class my nose started to bleed. but right before, I turned to this very religious boy who sits next to me and whispered “hail satan” as my nose started to drip. he freaked and fell back and hit his head. he had to go home for the rest of the day.
Why is this not taught universally.
if you think about it….toothless was kinda MADE OF FIRE when he became the alpha. Just that plasma coursing through his entire body ready to be burst out and explode in a ball of flame. O.O
kinds of pairings i’m all about
- height differences
- high contrasting designs like light and dark colors
- happy one with the grumpy one
bonus points if
- the grumpy one gets embarrassed by kisses
- the short one is the grumpy one
- the happy one’s presence makes the grumpy one really shy
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.