Unbelievable. You are truly unbelievable.
(P.S. Coming from the girl whose B.O. can knock out an entire army of men in one blow, that doesn't mean much.)
[text] To: Grump Princess —
god, meg get over it; i swear i won’t break anything
and even if i do, i’ll just buy you a brand new set with bird brain’s credit card, okay? no harm done and everyone can go to bed safe ‘n sound.
Send me a band/artist, and I will give you a blog rate!
eyy babe
Band/artist: Never heard of/listened to them | …Um. | No, thanks | They’re okay | Pretty good | Hell yeah | hELLA YEAH | GOD BLESS YOU GOD BLESS EVERYTHING
Icon: //slowly claps | Who are you? | It’s okay | Not bad | Nice job | Love it | Jesus cHRIST | PRETTY MUCH FLAWLESS
Sidebar: //slowly claps | …Um. | It’s okay | Not bad | Nice job | Love it | Jesus cHRIST | PRETTY MUCH FLAWLESS
Posts: //slowly claps | …Um. | Okay, I guess | Not bad | Nice job | Love! | Jesus cHRIST | ////REBLOGS EVERYTHING
Theme: Not my type | …Um. | It’s okay | Not bad | Nice job | Love it | Jesus cHRIST | GONNA STEAL BYE
Hahahaha.
You're a horrible person, and if you even think about ransacking
through my belongings, I will single-handedly skin you into a brand-new leather couch and fry the remains to a crisp worthy only of swine.
“Huh. At least I don’t smell like I just walked out of my own grave. Better hit the showers and wise up on that good old fashioned ‘lather, rinse, and repeat’ method—you can tell me all about how grueling your training was afterward.”
“And chain smoking? No. General smoking? Well. I think both you and I know the answer to that one. Mmm—didn’t think smoking tampered with my complexion that much, but I appreciate your honesty nonetheless.”
[☄] — Did she just—? I—okay, y'know what? Shut up. ’S better than smelling like a menthol factory.”
“…Yeah, well…that makes the both of us, then. The honesty thing, I mean. Thanks for telling me I reek.”
“—And half a century later, here I am; a muddled corpse with sleepy eyes, bony knees, and a billowing curtain of mangled hair thatched with dust, debris, and dinosaur bones.”
“Here I am in all of my deathly decaying glory—because according to resident Jump City’s rock-throwing blonde bombshell, fifty years of disappearing does that to you.”
[☄] — ”…“ Lesson one: don’t go sniffin’ around for people who don’t wanna be found. More importantly, don’t go sniffin’ around for people like Meg. "Hey, it’s not my fault you look like you just walked out of your own grave.”
“Not even joking…you look awful. Have you been doing that chain smoking shit again? ‘Cause I’m tellin’ you, man; that stuff’s not good for you.”
