life goal? glad you asked. i take up jogging. eventually i start running. day and night. nonstop grind until i hardly break a sweat. i train a little more each day until my stamina is at its maximum possible limit. i start uploading videos of myself running to youtube. people all over the world are mesmerized by my speed and talent. i catch the attention of usain bolt, the fastest runner in the world. he offers to train me, to unlock my full potential as a runner as i lack professional experience. once he starts training me, i learn the ropes of competitive professional running. under his guidance, i am unstoppable. i start entering in local tournaments and leave my competitors in the dust. i win tournament after tournament until i make it into the olympics. here’s where the twist comes in. i throw the race on purpose. i take dead last. after the olympics, i go back to running in regional and eventually national tournaments. i win again and again. finally, i make i to the olympics again. i throw the race again. i build up a reputation as a runner who thrives until she makes it to the olympics. i repeat this cycle of tournament > olympics several times. finally, once more, i make my way to the olympics. i’ve built up my reputation to the point that everyone knows who i am. all eyes are on me. finally, it’s my time to shine. as the gun goes off and the race begins, i naruto run to the finish line and take gold. this was all a lot funnier in my head.
u know what my biggest pet peeve is? when someone is like genuinely very mean to others and when they’re called out on their behavior they’re like “sorry i’m just a bitch xoxo” like yes u sure are!!!!! not something u should be proud of
whenever i see a baby in public i wish i were like a powerful faerie god mother character who could give the baby a gift like “you’ll never get a cold” or “math will always make sense to you” or something like bein’ great with string instruments but I don’t have any powers that I know of but it doesn’t stop me from trying so every time I see a baby in public I tell the adult with it “what a beautiful baby” and it makes them smile and then I pretend I can take the goodness of their smile and I look at the baby and I think very hard “you will have a good life, even if it’s hard, you will end up happy” and I’m just hopin’ the magic kicks in at some point
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/the-brontosaurus-is-back1/
My Whole Life Is A Complete Lie
robber: *breaks into my house* me: can I help you find anyth- robber: just looking
"was that awkward eye contact or were we checking eachother out" - a life story
me at 14: wow, protagonists in media my age! how relateable!
me at 28: WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CHILD SOLDIERS? WHERE ARE ALL THE ADULTS? WHO LET THIS HAPPEN AND WHY ARE THEY NOT BEING PROSECUTED BY LAW WITHIN THESE FICTIONAL UNIVERSES
This is what I do on snapchat :(
let!! max!! in!!
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