Lucky me, I am 2 meters of giant flesh and tum tum. Smile, and I’m the BFG

Have a resting bitch face with a glint of implied violence and no card is needed for people to leave me alone :3

Can we please rebrand ‘X’ as ‘The website formerly known as twitter’?

Also, best post here in a while

Also, don’t get my hopes up -.-

edit: so no prince fans here then ^^"

a jacket for storgage… thats the first time i heard about that one.

I have a backpack with panda’s. It makes me look like a 2m tall kid, but they are really cute panda’s so I’m willing to make that sacrifice.

its funny how relatable your logic is even though your preferences are practically perfect opposites.

I wear sandals and shorts whenever I can, and ideally i switch to pants/shoes and back just once per year :') And I love to have my feet exposed (even within the house, I do have flipflops though)

yay double warm up :D

Speaking of going to the gym… I did another dumdum yesterday. I biked to the gym in my gym clothes as I do when its good weather… but it wasn’t, it was raining, one of those that feels like a drizzel but within 5 minutes you are soaked.

So I worked out while soaked, full soak (now sweat) biked back trough the wind and raind, bought breakfast, biked home, waited an hour to shower… and now im sick :D Like I said, I’ll probably never learn -.-

Does it have anything to do with not having to deal with change? The amount of coverage/protection/insulation ect. being consistent rather than changing with how you feel like dressing that day?

I catch myself, while shopping clothes, always for the same cut of clothes for the same reason, even going as far as getting cranky if the material/thickness of fabric I am used to is not available for the print I’m liking. Maby an extreme example…

But all the people I know personally who stick to either shorts or long pants come high or hell water tend to have a lot of traits where they either appreciate consistency or… no mainly that now that I think of it.

I remember going for a walk with a friend midwinter, underestimating the distance, overestimating the temperature (i mean, it -was- snowing, but that meant nothing… right) So we went out in our tshirts and shorts.

In the end, my mum spent 2 hrs trying to turn 2 goth smurfs back into human boys. I’d say I learnt a lesson that day, but one must not tell lies.