I'm ready to go. But I'm not ready to leave.
do you ever get sad attacks and it drains you and you’re just left sitting there like wow this is so uncalled for rude
|Woman:||*on cellphone* Why am I leaving you? Why am I--I'll tell you why.|
|Woman:||Here's why. You don't respect me.|
|Woman:||You called me a whore in front of my children.|
|Me:||*says nothing, but has a face like O.O*|
|Woman:||You don't respect me. And you know, there some white chick here in the store, she walking, she heard me say that and she make a face.|
|Woman:||Because even she know you a piece of shit.|
imagine if you named your kid dad. just dad.
Actually that’s just his nickname. His real name is [trucks honking], but everyone just calls him dad.
how do i even get followers all i do is hit the reblog button and talk to myself
my dog was supposed to be a police dog but he failed the training for it because he was too much of a wimp. the trainers said that when he was supposed to be attacking dummies he’d run up to them and roll over and wag his tail and they also said he was the worst failure they’d ever seen
The Last Billboard
A 36-foot-long billboard located at the corner of Highland and Baum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Every month, a different individual is invited to take over the billboard to broadcast personalized messages, which are spelt out using wooden letters that are changed by hand.
i’m gonna cry