Not here.

May 03

Heeey, it’s me againnn

Sooo, I just want to copy the url of my new tumlbr, due to popular demand (?)

http://mglu0.tumblr.com/

^^^ this

okay bye!

May 01

squidbliss asked: Hey there! Could I get the url for your new tumblr? :)

r-really? omg THANK YOU!! I thought nobody would ask ;_;

now, please take note:

mglu0.tumblr.com

it’s very very new so you won’t find much stuff

Apr 30

So long, people

So I’ve decided to move. I have a new tumblr now, I got tired of this one. I’m not deleting it tho. Feel free to unfollow me if you want. And if you want to check out my new tumblr, send me a message or whatever and I’ll give you the url. It is currently under construction, perhaps for a day or two.

It was nice to meet you! (kinda :P)

Lupe

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time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

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Nope, you are not ruining my report

Nope, you are not ruining my report

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witchesgetsnitches:

There’s always at least one person in every class that you would like to chuck your shoe at their head whenever they open their mouth. If you don’t know who that person is, it’s probably you and you should probably stop talking. 

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Apr 29

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