i love 50 cent, or as he is known in Zimbabwe; four hundred million dollars
My dad just dropped a bowl of pasta on the floor and it went everywhere, and he stared at it for like 5 minutes, sighed and then said ‘sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead’ and then he walked off without cleaning it up.
I told my dad a post about him has nearly 40k notes and he told me that he doesn’t understand what ‘tumblrering’ is but he doesn’t want to be involved in my lonely shenanigans.
idk why i even bother getting crushes on people because it’s not like i’m gonna end up dating them anyway so like it’s such a waste of feelings
