this vine is my life. i remember freaking out in school the first time i saw it
|Anonymous inquired: you have some sweet kisses for anon?;)want to taste your lips|
My lips have been reserved for people with faces, my apologies, anon~
|uruhasblackmoral inquired: Your face made me misspell 'fuck'. Congrats.|
Why did my inbox never light up to show me this? I’m glad to hear it. My face is a work of art.
Disclaimer: I do not own Meevers, sadly.
Summary: Miyavi loves to surf the internet. DRABBLE.
Notes: This is really just a drabble about something that popped in my head. The more I thought about it, graphics were inspired, so they’re at the end of the drabble.
But why the last one though
what am I not getting
I can’t breath…I have not laughed this hard in years
Okay, quick story about the last one- I go to this school too, and the creative writing teacher is rad as hell (like the kind to give out free coffee on fridays)
After all of the kids have submitted their short stories, he reads them all for the first time to his two kids, who help him grade them, in a way.
One time, a girl wrote a story about a sheep, named Trixie, making her dream come true by moving to the big city to become an actress, a singer, or whatever (he was pretty vague on the description)
She took a bus and a few trains and finally ended up in the ‘Big City’, where she tries to make her dream come true.
Now I dont remember the exact sequence of events that came next, but Trixie the sheep eventually ended up becoming a prostitute mid-sentence.
Our teacher didnt really realize this at the time, since it was his first time reading it, and to his kids he was caught completely off guard. And lets just say he had to explain a few new concepts to his kids that night..
And that’s why we can’t write any more stories about Trixie going to the Big City.