sadboithethird

yo what are you guys's opinions on south park? I personally love it, but it's easy to understand why some people don't

My little brother says hi btw

how you guys doing?

*Gives you a huge hug* I’m back from the hospital!!!!!!!!!!!!! They check my progress and they said to me that I’m doing a wonderful progress so they send me home early.

Hey do you consider me as a friend? I’m finally getting the help I need but I wish I could talk to you about something else.

Does anyone know the meaning of Pepto Bismol in dreams because holy heck I keep dreaming about it

@Meatbal_Mae hi! >.<

Actually feeling pretty good lately, how are you guys holding up?
          
          Just checking in because a lot of people aren't doing great rn. ^_^

I'm posting to inform you that I have recently become a Lana del Rey fan, and also South Park trash uwu. That's all.
          -sadboithethird

Lately I've been thinking about the perfect date.
          
          It's 1 in the afternoon on a particularly nice spring day in chicago. I take my old shwinn from the garage, and hastily grab a blanket from the laundry room downstairs. I'm on my way to your house. By the time I get there to pick you up you're waiting on the doorstep humming Portland by bowling shoes, not noticing I'm there. I squeeze the crappy frog horn that came with the bike to get your attention. We joke about the underwhelming squeek and start on our way to the corner store. The man who ran the place since as long as I could remember greets us. "How's my two favorite girls doing on this fine day?" He says in the worst carnival barker voice I've ever heard and you almost choke laughing. "Oh could you be a doll and get us some ice tea?" You say, returning the carnival barker with a sad rendition of a 40's woman. He hands us the ice tea as I put the money on the counter. We wave goodbye to him as we walk out the door. He gives us a warm smile. We walk over to my bike and both get on it, me in the main seat and you in the back panel. I hand you my helmet (because safety) and leave to a trail in the middle of nowhere. I instinctively take your hand and lead you to a small spot, almost resembling a half pipe by the lake that I found last time I came there. We make a flower crown out of the clovers there, it turns out messed up, but it's pretty anyway. We sip the iced tea and share funny stories as the sky starts to darken. We hold hands while watching the sunset. Life is good.