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every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up
ah but when you turn 34 you’re two dancing queens and thus having twice the time of your life. and at 51 you become the dancing triumvirate and three golden crowns are forged in your honor
lots to look forward to
"Oh my god, I’m turning into—a vampire!”
"But how? I didn’t even bite you yet!"
that was the worst pun ever but im laughing
I’VE JUST COME TO THE HORRIBLE REALIZATION THAT HANNIBAL POOPS PEOPLE
"you’re shitting me"
"i will be soon"
it got better
Telling the substitute teacher the wrong names: a classic. Telling the substitute teacher you are so old and born again every day, that ten thousand names could never define you, that you’re a shadowed mass swirling forth from jupiter, that your father is time and your mother is death, that you’ll swallow any scream of hers as you grow larger and ever larger: a super classic, king of the school, no homework ever.
carry on my memeward son
there’ll be lolz when you are done
lay your weary feels to rest
trololol no more
welcome my etsy shop, here you can buy lots of my signature homemade crafts. this is a pencil that i glued googly eyes on. it’s 200 dollars
I’m just saying if I were Oprah I would come out with an album just because
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