Flower Meanings

Kindergarten

I love my younger self because, at the age of 5 years old in kindergarten, I wore a green shirt and a group of boys told me that green was a boy's color so I could not wear it. I told them that I could wear whatever color I wanted. I told my friends this and they said that this group of boys had told them the same thing about wearing various other colors and that pink and purple were the only girl colors. I decided that that was not fair boys got way more colors than girls and I needed to do something about it. So, I approached the boys at recess and told them to GIVE ME THE COLORS so girls could wear them too. Their leader told me I would need to fight them if I wanted to get the colors from them. thus started the color war a battle that lasted many recessed but we came out victorious in the end and got to wear whatever color we wanted.

Once more for those in the back.

So I just got back for summer camp, and I just need to know why DAVE STRIDER was one of the camp directors?

my dad: were going to the *insert last name here's* place

me: okay * gets ready, puts my best outfit on, showers and gets backpack* i'm ready to go

my dad: don't you hate * insert the name of their son* why are dressed so nicely?

me: if I out class him i'm better than him

my dad:okay get in the car with your mom.

I love this

Sanders Sides Incorrect Quotes (SuperCut)

CW for food and eyestrain!

Toga Why

toga: dabi you want some french fries ?

dabi: sure ?

toga: ok *puts definitely not french fries on the table*

dabi: these are not french fries toga

toga: yes they are

dabi: how did you make them ?

toga: so the french boy at ua I may have killed and fried him so technically they are french fries.

dabi: wtf

My friend is a techno blade fan and I send my deepest condolences to all who loved him. He will be remembered through you all who loved him.

First Kisses

First kisses are always messy,

Rushed with the flair of emotions and the ring of the bell,

The taste of blood mixed with strawberry chapstick when braces caught on my lips,

Smiling too much to even fully lock lips,

Yet your face is redder than the blood on my lips as we mutter out awkward goodbyes,

My day is filled with thinking of that moment,

Mulling over the mistakes and chewing on my swollen lip,

Maybe I need to try again,

If you let me.