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Benadryl, Bless Up, and Fall: u/Em3PO 6d i.redd.it l give you the cutest photo I've ever taken of my pup. U might date someone that is truly a nice person. Kind. Sweet. Sex game level = demon from hell who came to ruin u for all future partners πŸ€—. U feel me? Generous. Funny. But y'all fight. Y'all have discord. Y'all ain't on the same page. Y'all struggle. Y'all have them long text fights where u feel like a lawyer in a Brooks Brother suit in a federal courtroom but really u just on your West Elm sectional with the slightly busted leg leaning a lil bit while your dog keep you company and u furiously typing texts till your thumbs fall off while shoving scoops of your second Halo Top pint into your mouth. U love this person, but u hate them. There is no balance. Any small thing they do that is inconsiderate or could be construed to be so, u wil out and wanna kill them. What I've realized is, people are like food. If u have a nut allergy, u gon fuck around and eat a peanut and damn near suffocate and die a miserable, painful death. Someone who's not allergic gon eat that same peanut and be enriched and nutrified (yes I made that word up, deal with it πŸ€—). U feel me? Same food is toxic to one person and beneficial to another. The bottom line is, that person isn't arsenic - they ain't poison to all living creatures - they might just be poison to YOU because y'all ain't on the same page, were never on the same page, and never gon get on the same page (despite how hard y'all tried.) These are good people who u gotta block on all platforms and move on witchoe life because communication of any type gon fuck yo life up and u just gotta realize that not only can u not handle them by the handful, even one (1) nut could kill u πŸ˜‚. Aight? Let that nut find another home. Her next partner might derive great benefit from that nut. Or he'll die a miserable death with four Epi Pens jammed into his thighs and 20 Benadryl in his system but if that's the case, it was his time 😒. YALL BE SAFE OUT THERE!! Bless up πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
Benadryl, Bless Up, and Fall: u/Em3PO 6d i.redd.it
 l give you the cutest photo I've ever taken of
 my pup.
U might date someone that is truly a nice person. Kind. Sweet. Sex game level = demon from hell who came to ruin u for all future partners πŸ€—. U feel me? Generous. Funny. But y'all fight. Y'all have discord. Y'all ain't on the same page. Y'all struggle. Y'all have them long text fights where u feel like a lawyer in a Brooks Brother suit in a federal courtroom but really u just on your West Elm sectional with the slightly busted leg leaning a lil bit while your dog keep you company and u furiously typing texts till your thumbs fall off while shoving scoops of your second Halo Top pint into your mouth. U love this person, but u hate them. There is no balance. Any small thing they do that is inconsiderate or could be construed to be so, u wil out and wanna kill them. What I've realized is, people are like food. If u have a nut allergy, u gon fuck around and eat a peanut and damn near suffocate and die a miserable, painful death. Someone who's not allergic gon eat that same peanut and be enriched and nutrified (yes I made that word up, deal with it πŸ€—). U feel me? Same food is toxic to one person and beneficial to another. The bottom line is, that person isn't arsenic - they ain't poison to all living creatures - they might just be poison to YOU because y'all ain't on the same page, were never on the same page, and never gon get on the same page (despite how hard y'all tried.) These are good people who u gotta block on all platforms and move on witchoe life because communication of any type gon fuck yo life up and u just gotta realize that not only can u not handle them by the handful, even one (1) nut could kill u πŸ˜‚. Aight? Let that nut find another home. Her next partner might derive great benefit from that nut. Or he'll die a miserable death with four Epi Pens jammed into his thighs and 20 Benadryl in his system but if that's the case, it was his time 😒. YALL BE SAFE OUT THERE!! Bless up πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

U might date someone that is truly a nice person. Kind. Sweet. Sex game level = demon from hell who came to ruin u for all future partners πŸ€—...

Animals, Ass, and Bad: I miss my sister! 3 years ago today I lost my second half, my beautiful Sister and my best friend. You couldn't find someone with a more beautiful smile that could light up the world, and the funniest laughter would make everyone around her laugh right along with her. I was her very own hero, always praising me, and there isn't a second that passes by that I can't feel her presence. Oleanny Ferran was an angel, lover of animals and the beach. We use to sit at night watching the waves splash against the sand and make up stories of our future: where would we be, who would we marry or date, children, nephews, and remember all the good and bad things we endured together. It’s like a piece of you is cut off and you keep searching for it. God knows my sister saved my ass more than I can count when I was a kid and got in trouble, knowing full well I would get a beating if our parents found out. We used to finish each other’s sentences, had the same thoughts and interrupted each other with the same ideas. We both fought for each other, even overly protective. We were each other's confidant. It's hard at times, when I am surrounded by challenges, and am not able to have her by my side to talk about them. I would give anything to see her one more time, but I know that every day she looks over me from heaven. God, I miss her so much. Tank
Animals, Ass, and Bad: I miss my sister! 3 years ago today I lost my second half, my beautiful Sister and my best friend. You couldn't find someone with a more beautiful smile that could light up the world, and the funniest laughter would make everyone around her laugh right along with her. I was her very own hero, always praising me, and there isn't a second that passes by that I can't feel her presence. Oleanny Ferran was an angel, lover of animals and the beach. We use to sit at night watching the waves splash against the sand and make up stories of our future: where would we be, who would we marry or date, children, nephews, and remember all the good and bad things we endured together. It’s like a piece of you is cut off and you keep searching for it. God knows my sister saved my ass more than I can count when I was a kid and got in trouble, knowing full well I would get a beating if our parents found out. We used to finish each other’s sentences, had the same thoughts and interrupted each other with the same ideas. We both fought for each other, even overly protective. We were each other's confidant. It's hard at times, when I am surrounded by challenges, and am not able to have her by my side to talk about them. I would give anything to see her one more time, but I know that every day she looks over me from heaven. God, I miss her so much. Tank

I miss my sister! 3 years ago today I lost my second half, my beautiful Sister and my best friend. You couldn't find someone with a more bea...