But only eight year old girls. Any other living beings need not apply.
*feels 1 (one) consecutive emotion*
my fragile ass: grab your hawaiian shirts and crocs, we’re going to decay on the moon!
are they really ur bro if they make fun of u for listening to ashlee simpson in the car
Okay but like what the fuck do you call that laugh where it’s not really a laugh and more like one strong exhale through your mouth/nose
laugh in a breathy, gleeful way; chuckle.
“he chortled at his own pun”
I found the word for “happy nose exhale”. Your welcome fanfiction writers.
You: I NE’d
Me, an intellectual: I exhaled slightly more air than usual thanks to this post’s humorous content, causing my diaphragm and external intercostal muscles to contract. The diaphragm moves downward, increasing the volume of air in the thoracic cavity, and the external intercostal muscles pull the ribs up and outward, expanding the rib cage and further increasing chest volume. This increase in volume lowers the air pressure in the lungs as compared with the atmospheric air. Because air always flows from a region of high pressure to an area of lower pressure, it travels through the nostrils, throat, larynx and trachea into the alveoli, the microscopic air sacs in the lungs. During a resting expiration, the diaphragm and external intercostal muscles relax, restoring the thoracic cavity to its original volume and forcing air out of the lungs and back into the atmosphere.
Whenever I type “lol”, I really should be putting “ne”, for I didn’t “laugh out loud”, but “nose exhaled” instead
*courteously stabs you with a knife* are you alright?
*innocently stabs a man in the chest* are you okay?
Me: *putting cat and dog out*
Cat: *jumps at dog’s snorting*
Me: *laughs by means of nose exhale and shakes head*
Oh, I’m so sorry. I’ll try to raise myself better next time
I hate it when after we fight, my mom will stare at me like, what the hell, mom? Are you challenging me for staring contest?