Истории Wheeze

me myself and i

honestly I think you should turn back while you still have da chance.....why are you still reading this go SAVE YOURSELF STAP READING DIS GAWD DANGS IT oh well I tried prepare to cringe cuz I already am

this is basically the random things that happened in my lame life...

A book where I answer some questions, tag my friends, literally just to annoy them, sorry people who tolerate my presence to some degree

Hoi, Im awkward *wHeeze*

(WhEeZE)

yeah just read it.

this is where the secret of craps in wattpad lay BEWARE

Emotional rollercoaster ahead

Silence. Absolute silence. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" "You mean like, today or in general?" "Merlin, help," Hermione groaned. "Bit rude asking a dead guy for favours, innit?" "You literally interrogated Moaning Myrtle about her death scene," Harry pointed out. "That's called journalism, Harold. Look it up." "You're fourteen." "Exactly. Gifted and traumatised." Vanessa Black is allegedly back for a normal second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But plot twist: Hogwarts is still a menace, students are still dropping like mandrakes without earmuffs, and someone really said, "You know what this school needs? A cursed diary." There are voices in the walls, suspiciously sassy snakes, teachers with less job security than a damp tissue, and a very charming diary that's definitely not trying to murder her. As if surviving her first year wasn't enough, Vanessa now faces... Ancient evil! Overachieving ghosts! A boy named Tom who may or may not be a Victorian gaslight gatekeep girlboss! All while trying to pass Potions, navigate Slytherin drama, and keep her sanity somewhat intact. Vanessa Black is fourteen. She's tired. And she'd very much like to speak to Hogwarts' manager.

❝Here lies some jokes of all types. None of these jokes belong to me! I used random ones I found on the internet.❞ . . . Yes, I stopped it at 69 parts, you're welcome.

" touch my fucking cheetos and i will roast you "

really trashy art but its the best I have

I would've married her if it weren't for Patrick. Written by Mully.

These are just some crappy scripts, nothing to worry about :D

PLS SPARE URSELF THE AGONY OF READING THIS UNLESS UR NAME IS ABBEY LOUISE BOURKE AND YOU HAVE BLONDE HAIR WITH BLUE EYES AND U HAVE 2 CATS AND A DOG AND U ARE UNFORTUNATELY IRISH AND UR SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER IS-

*wheezes* I didn't draw the cover photo btw, so.... oooookay I guess I am writing a fanfiction now. :I Alright, uh, if you're reading this... Well... THANKS! <3 I seriously think this might be kinda cheesy. It's my first fanfict after all. Hurp, sorry. I am not including Leorio. I just-- HE IS TOO LOUD AND ANNOYING, I CAN'T.