February 2012
I hate my stomach and my thighs. I hate my hair...
PENCIL: You know, I'm really sorry.
ERASER: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
PENCIL: I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER: That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
random blogger reading this: what
me: OTP
XTube: I have the craziest cousins →
kelvinween:
My cousins and I went to pick up their youngest sister super late at night.
She was wearing a blouse and shorts and looked like she was freezing her ass off waiting for us to come scoop her up
When she got in my cousins asked “Why are you dressed like that in this weather?” We…