it does not matter how slow you go as long as you’re not in front of me
I would like to thank my arms, for always being by side. My legs, for always supporting me, and my fingers…because I can always count on them.
imagine trying to take a shit while in the arena
like with cameras everywhere and the constant fear of being killed
and like what would happen if someone popped up and killed you mid poop
and you became know as the person who died mid poop during the hunger games
cosmo tips: spice things up in the bedroom by shoving a jalapeño up your partner’s ass
Leonardo DiCaprio paints himself gold and whispers “I am the Oscar”