NYPD Sergeant Kills Deborah Danner, A 66-year-old Black Woman Who Neighbors Say Was Mentally Ill

Proud of how this turned out idk

me: i’m eating dirt for breakfast (kidding) (obvious) (stupid)

blogger that is in their first year of college: Okay I laughed but Actually, smashed rock particles (aka dirt) was used in a variety of ancient cultures as a form of birth control. Very renowned and respected substance. Sorry, Archaeology student here. Just thought I’d give some valuable information today.

My step dad agreed to getting me this!!

when you rockstar af

He touched the butt.

Character VS Awkwardness.

Person- you got a second, *name*? Character- There is only one of me.

Person- what’s the word, *nickname*? Character- a shortened version of my name.

Person- Son of a bitch… Character- Actually, this man is entirely human, and his mother was in no way a canine- oh okay, I didn’t get it.

Person- sticks and stones may break my bones- Character- actually sticks when sharper can stab people, not just break their bones, and boulders actually have the capability to crush a person’s whole body, including their internal organs. *screams in the distance*

Person- go talk to him. Character- *stares at crush, who is doing something amazing* Character- maybe I should leave and not take your advice at all.

Person- there has to be a way to stop him, like a cage or- Character- put him on a leash, since he’s dog-like. Person- Person- kinky

Character- *picks up a note book* Character- why did the chicken cross the road? Character-…Probaly to get hit by a car and become roadkill. Person- Jesus Christ

(Meeting crush for the first time). Crush- Heya~ Character- Hello. Crush- not much of a talker then. Character- quieter people can take the time to hear the screams of their enemies (Everyone facepalms while crush stares in shock). Character- thankfully there’s only a twelve percent chance of that happening. Martin-um…ok.

(Meeting tall person). tall person- hi. character- hello. tall person- you’re really short. character- well that’s because you’re very tall for your age. Of course, this would mean you have a mutated gene that causes gigantism which slowly leads to bone and back problems. I would assume that you will die by the age of 34. (Tall is speechless and wants to press the leave option).

doot doot

I forgot I rebloged that and chocked on my hot chocolate omfg

My uncle was excited to show me that I found a turtle on the side of the road, and brought it home so it wouldn’t get run over. We have named him Leonardo, and we are raising him as one of our own.

Two years apart

These are my doggos