Sometimes I’m confused by Canadian stereotypes but then I realize that we literally dump maple syrup onto the snow, wait for it to get gooey and then scoop it up with a stick and eat it
you better not be fucking with me canada is this for real
it is all too real
ooh something i know about. my stepdad is from maine which is basically canada’s next door neighbor and he said that he and his sisters used to do this all the time
My mom told me to “find a man who respects you like a sea captain respects the sea.” A man who looks at you with awe and reverence but knows you are a force of nature. I like that.
i like pop punk bc sometimes its all “im so sad” and sometimes its all “fuck you” and thats me most of the time
you have to be more lady like
suck my dick