To all the relatives, “friends”, and random ass strangers who’ve been telling me since I was 16 that being 6′3″ made me too tall to wear dresses or find a guy willing to date a girl taller than him: My 5′2″ girlfriend loves when I wear dresses, thank you very much.
michael: bad news – mr heere locked his keys inside the house
michael: good news – we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith
michael: bad news – mr heere finds it very concerning that i know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. i was too embarrassed to admit that the reason i learned was because, at thirteen, i figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute boys
michael: good news – a cute boy saw me do it
michael: bad news – it was jeremy, and since he’s already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because i saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows i can ride a unicycle, he’ll never think i’m cool no matter what i do. it’s too late. he knows
just a quick shoutout to artists who draw christine canigula short and chubby : thank you for doing god’s work we dont deserve you you are all too perfect for this world i love you
Lance: *crying* we recently lost our Black Paladin
Shiro: STOP TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD
Lance: *wipes away tears* sometimes, I can still hear his voice
