These are the days I want to run away and change my name, start over in a new town as a new person, and not be afraid to be who I am. Where I sleep is not where I call home and where I call home is just a place in my mind where everything I am and everything I believe is fine. It’s a place I can be myself without fear of retribution, and it breaks me that it will only ever exist within the confines of my skull.
(It would be superfluous to drive us mad, a candid observer would certainly declare that we were so already before we embarked upon so wild an experiment.)
Me: can u give me x²+4y+ of tomatoes & 2(x²+8xy^3) of potatoes please
Seller: I dont understand
Me: well i dont give a fuck i didnt study in vain
those are polynomials you asked for a neverending curve of tomatoes
I have the eye of the tiger, the heart of a lion, and a lifetime ban from the zoo
Halp I wanna make the most ridiculous family possible on the sims 3 give me character traits and back stories and stuff guys MAKE ME LAUGH