I am the bomb dot com

16/f/USA
My name is Naomi and welcome to my blog.
  • baby: m....m...m
  • mom: mama? ma? mommy?
  • baby: m...m...
  • baby: m..mY ANACONDA DONT

Anonymous asked: Could you tell me a story?

officialunitedstates:

"Are we lost?"

He could see it in my eyes; what I wanted was an honest answer, and fortunately he was willing to give me one.  He nodded solemnly, and I knew the realization wasn’t easy for him to come to.  “But I have an idea.  Give me that loaf of bread you happen to have in your backpack.”

I skeptically handed it over.  “What are you planning?”

"I’m going to leave a trail.  So that if someone finds the trail they can follow it to where we are."

"Did you get that idea from that one fairy tale?"

"Yeah, maybe, whatever.  Look it’s worth a shot."

I gave in.  I didn’t really like bread anyway.  We continued on foot for six more miles until we ran out of bread.  It didn’t matter anyway, because that’s when the wolves caught up to us.

banging-ashtons:

OH MY GOD WHY

(via that-stupid-tardis-sound)

sebastiandebeste:

*hears a single word from a foreign language that i know* Wow. haha not to toot my own horn or anything but did you guys know that you are in the presence of a sophisticated linguist

(via sniffing)