when i woke up this morning, my first thought was ‘no one visits my grave anymore’ and i was really sad for a few minutes so i lay on my bed with my eyes shut and then all of a sudden i opened my eyes and was like ‘wait i don’t have a grave what the fuck’
you were possessed
find the spirit that possessed you and visit their grave you jackass
bitches ain’t even 5’5” demandin a 6’3” nigga like “pick someone your own size” ain’t a thing
Im 5’2” and my ex is 6’4” step off
your ex already did
So, my biological mother is 5’1 and my biological father is 6’4. My 6’3 brother is married to his 5’4 lovely wife. My 5’11 brother is married to his 5’1 wife. When the fuck did “stick to your own size” become a thing? Did I miss the memo? Are you going to tell me to stick to my own race as well? Stop dictating love. Fuck off. Also, I’m 5’3 and once dated a guy who was 6’9. We were adorable.
typed your entire whole life story just to end with “the tall guy not here no more” lmaooo