forum School RP 2 (Closed Stalkers are welcome even if I still don't believe they exist...)

Started December 03, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

I didn't ask for it but if I break up with Delilah to get myself a boy it'll be your fault.

😁

It was just going to be the first few but then you challenged me and I had to put you in your place.

To the people who think that gay is a choice or isn't real,

………… Shut up. I wouldn't choose this and I wish it was fake. Boys are… wow.

Boys might not be better than girls… but boys are… they exist and that's nice.

Welcome to my world

GIRLS LOVE GIRLS AND BOYYYYYYYSSSSSSSs.

Boys are hot, girls are hot, everyone is fucking hot and I don't know what to do.

Dear beautiful Beebo…

can we get a boys/boys/girls somehow? I don't know how it would work but boy love boys and girls too.

Boys are hot, girls are hot, everyone is fucking hot and I don't know what to do.

I've never heard a more accurate statement…

Ugh

I'm not hot, I'm ugly. ;)

Big ugh.

I'm not hot, I'm ugly. ;)

Frick you kid. You’re adorable.

Darren, everyone is adorable to you.

That’s not true. If someone I think isn’t adorable says “im ugly,” im not afraid to say “yeah. Ya are,” but you aren’t.

But I is not adorable. I is ugly.

I don’t give a crap what you think. My opinion is that you aren’t.

It isn't my opinion, Darren. It's a fact.

No. That’s not how beauty works. It’s an eye of the beholder thing. Your opinion is that you aren’t adorable and you’re entitled to that. I can’t tell you what to believe. However, same goes for you. You can’t tell me what to believe (welcome to America). My opinion is that you’re cute. Deal with it.

-_-

Burn. Eat it.

Want to read a crappy piece of poetry?

🤷🏻‍♂️ sure.

Little tree
Little tree
Is it really you I see?
I planted you so long ago
After the winter –
after the snow.
Here you stand, my little tree
Preparing to grow tall as can be
I hope you grow up quick someday
And provide me with a bit of shade.
Someday I will come back to you
And rest my weary legs upon your roots.
And looking up into your graceful branches
Where the birds dwell and the wind dances
I shall say
"Little tree
Little tree
Is it really you I see?"