i’m never going to delete my blog so that in twenty years from now i can type my url, and scroll through somewhat of a time capsule and laugh at how much of a strange teenager i was.
Rock, paper, scissors, pencil, eraser. I thought we were naming office supplies. Why do I have a rock
my friendship comes in 3 levels:
3) inappropriate sexual humor.
i hope none of u think my blog is my life because i do other things like sometimes i shower
almond milk is GROSS. soy milk is GROSS. hemp milk is GROSS. oat milk is GROSS. hazlenut milk is GROSS. milk from cow boobie… now thats tasty
*imagines myself working out* okay that’s enough exercise for the year
Is it possible to overdose on adorable baby animal GIFs?
thug life? more like hug life. come here
The teardrops run down,
And fall off her nose,
She cries in dark corners,
Where nobody goes,
You can follow her tracks,
From her eyes to her chin,
Years upon years,
Of letting them win,
And her eyes tell a story, Of anger and pain, You think that shes happy, But just look again, And the scars of her past, hidden under her cloths, Are a roadmap to places, That nobody knows, Her smile is now painted,Shes a master of disguise, And you can see it all, Just look into her eyes.