in 9th grade i was getting picked on in class and this girl was like “fuck you guys leave him alone” and called me over to her seat and I was like “thx lol” and she was like “I have something special to show you don’t tell the teacher” and I said “ok” and she pulled a guinea pig out of her purse
she’s beauty and she’s grace, she dropped her phone on her face
when u try to caffeinate yourself and just end up increasing ur heart rate with no discernible changes in levels of exhaustion
If you tell me you’re going to sleep and I see you 10 minutes later on Tumblr, I understand completely.
Whenever a guy sleeps with lots of girls he is a “player” but whenever I do it I’m a “lesbian”
i don’t “dress to impress” i dress to depress i wanna look so good that people hate themselves