"so do you have a boyfriend?"
I begin to sweat, fumbling. I’m trying to shove them back into my pockets but it’s too late. thousands upon thousands of pictures of godzilla spill from my hands and into the floor, covered in kiss marks. there are so many.
Dad: “cmon son, say your first words!”
Dad: “close! try again!”
Dad: “So close! One more time!”
Son: “daft punk”
Me at 5: hell yeah robots
Me at 15: hell yeah robots
Me at 20: hell yeah robots
Me at 50: hell yeah robots
Me at 90: hell yeah robots
My epitaph: hell yeah robots
my itunes library
I never told you to treat me like a princess I want you to treat me like a dragon, cower in fear before me and get me expensive shiny things
am i bisexual? am i pansexual? am i gay? well mom to tell you the truth mostly i’m just star trek
Bohemian Rhapsody is no one’s favorite song, but also everyone’s favorite song. Like, when someone asks what your favorite song is you never say Bohemian Rhapsody but when it starts playing on the radio I am pretty sure you crank it up and belt out every single lyric and you don’t even care you’re so proud.
i hope my first child is a dragon
visiting Yahoo Answers instead of a doctor
"Are you a boy or a girl?"