I’ve figured it out: My type is tall, handsome and dorky as fuck
I’m willing to bet money that I’m gonna have an asthma attack at the tournament this weekend.
Guardians of the Galaxy (1995)
Bahahahahahahaha. This is perf.
He doesn’t indiscriminately kill random characters.
He intentionally and deliberately kills characters for whom it makes sense to die.
An unusual amount of characters die in his books because most writers won’t commit to realism enough to do the same.
Ran a mile the other day without stopping… Even did a few extra laps because I wasn’t that tired so I was like “eh why not?”
But now I feel like I cant stretch my legs out enough, everything just feels super tight and nothing feels deep enough like uggggh. I am that “my legs” guy from spongebob.
Walk up to Starbucks and my boss buys my coffee.
Maybe today will be a good day.