- Boy: can I put my finger in your belly button?
- Girl: yeh sure
- Girl: that's not my belly button
- Boy: that's not my finger
“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”
the last sentence
There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.
the “text me when you get home so i know you’re safe” kind of people are the kind of people i wanna be around
i wish i had a friend named david. everything sounds more pointed if your explaining something to a david.
david: why’d you do that thing
me: because im a whore, david.