so my family plays this game where if someone is holding something and you yell “drop the bass” they have to drop what they’re holding so my mom was holding a carton of eggs so i yelled it and she looked me dead in the eye, dropped then eggs on the floor and whispered “you’ve gone too far”
Hey guys I desperately need your help. I was just talking to my grandmother and she thinks that I need to get rid of my two precious little angels in the pictures that have become my anxiety toys over the years. They are BearBear and Puppie and I have had them since the day I was born, and they have helped me through tough times that I would not of survived without them. They have been there for me for seventeen and I don’t know what I would do if they were taken away from me. I convinced her to give me a month to get this post up to 5,000 notes, and she said that if I could do it it would prove that it is socially acceptable to be as attached to two stuffed animals as I am. Please help me I can lose these two they are my life.
fuck her right in the
TELL EM BABY
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