- baby: g-g-g
- mom: what?
- baby: g-g-
- mom: giggle?
- baby: Gott in yeaterday spilt a fulllllllllllll! Tub of pasta on the floor, stupid stupidd stupidddddd boy smelly pasta house
- me: i love [favorite fictional character] so much
- friend: ok
- me: no you dont understand
my mom is trying to pick a colour for her new wheelchair and me and my dad are telling her to get black and she’s just like “but how will I know if someone is stealing it” and my dad is just like “because you’ll be sitting on the floor” and she slapped him
The only reason i enjoy going to bed is so i can make stories up in my head which makes my brain think it’s actually real
Niall has been the glue that held this train wreck together for four fucking years.