Some days, some nights…
this was in the 60s
they didnt even try to hide the gay
I am fucKING DYING
i just snorted and made a really weird noise hahahahaah
I don’t really have any secrets or anything. I’ve been up to no good my whole life.
in 4th grade we were making clay pots in art and our teacher kept saying “make them thinner! those are too thick they won’t work” so we made them thinner and when she put then in the kiln they all exploded and she told us it was our fault because we made them too thin and if that doesn’t describe the school system i don’t know what does
Greyscale Maka for more practice with the new copics. I’m super mad that I can’t get heads right today. Ah well.
"Maka. Is it okay?"
"Y-yeah! (His hand is—!!)”
”(Oh. Girl’s eyes….)”
"…Soul. I think you’re who I want to be with. But…. I don’t fully understand it, what just happened, but I probably don’t feel about it the same as you do. I still don’t really understand it."
"I know. But, if you can accept and allow me to have those sorts of feelings… that means you don’t mind me feeling that way about you, right?"
"Then show me."
"Alright, one more~"
"NOT SO FAST!!"
"Whaaa, why? Was it no good just now? (And I thought it was smooth…)”
"It’s embarrassing! (That’s all for today!)”
"That’s fine for now. (Today was, uh…. Well, that’ll do.)”