sluttyjongin: highdie: hiddlechodes: so i went into the other french class to drop off some things for the professor and they were learning about compraritives and superlatives and the prof was like “how do you say ‘i am better than you’?” some kid in the back yelled “je suis beyoncé” and i lost my shit so hard “how do you say” FUCKING SAISON MARGUERITE
insipirir: my dash is dead so reblog this and ill follow you xo
rabioheab: i think my neighbourhood deserves a sitcom because there’s me, the teen blogger a house with 8 nuns a guy who drives a hummer a scottish man who only ever wears a kilt and mows his lawn at 3 am an elderly couple who drive everywhere on their lawn mower a peacock who has been roaming the neighbourhood for years and no one knows why or where it came from
boringwhiteman: kids born in 2000 never have to worry about forgetting how old they are
nalatootrill: i wonder if anybody’s actually had feelings for me, like actually got upset or mad over little things i did and got jealous and confused over me and thought about me on a regular basis. i feel like i’m the only person that ever really cares about anyone and that nobody’s ever felt that way for me. This all of this
if you start talking to me everyday and night, i’m obviously gonna get attached to you. even if i never planned to in the first place, i will. so before you start getting close to me, make sure that you won’t just suddenly leave me. cause you know, that happens to me a lot.
dovahqueene: iwishlilbwasmygrandpa: There are thousands of half-babies in my ballsack and that’s terrifying at least you don’t bleed them out every month
versa-ce: everyone who reblogs this will get absolutely nothing in their inbox
mindlessbeasts: sallutemymindlessswag: They should invent wifi bracelets, so you can wear them anywhere and have wifi connection. You are the future.
katelynpossible: my entire life is just a test to see if i’ll commit suicide or homicide first