in grade 11 i was on the phone w this boy i wanted and i owed him a favour or something so i was like “it can be anything you want” and he was like “anything?” and im like ya thats what i fuckin said and he goes “can you explain to me how a fridge works? like how does it stay cold”
What? C’mon now, don’t be silly! I mean, really, I’m not- Woah, where’d that come from? What am I wearing???? The fuck is this?!!?! The fuck is that?!??!! Gee wizz, mister!
What? C’mon now, don’t be silly!
I mean, really, I’m not-
Woah, where’d that come from?
What am I wearing????
The fuck is this?!!?!
The fuck is that?!??!!
Gee wizz, mister!
you have no proof that i am not at least one of the members of daft punk
why do you care if people have tattoos and piercings or if people don’t wanna shave their legs or who people wanna fuck with
literally why do you care what someone else does with their own body if they’re not hurting anyone
it doesn’t affect you and there are a lot better things for you to actually give a fuck about
y’all got to work on your fucks budget, spend your fucks more wisely
ration all y’alls fucks
just a heads up, if i ever weird you out on any level, too friendly, too flirty, anything at all, i encourage you to be very vocal towards me about it to make sure i dont continue to make you uncomfortable. i dont want anyone feeling like im not someone they can trust and be comfortable around.
toast annoys me so much cos like it’s bread that’s been toasted so we call it “toast” but if you fry a potato it’s not called a “fry”
do you ever look back at your mistakes
I was raised punching people. That’s why we are able to make fists with our hands. That’s what our ancestors used them for. What am I supposed to do? NOT punch people? I don’t think so.
It’s just the way it is. If it’s good enough for prehistoric man, then I certainly…
so my mom left me and my sister home alone for the month so
You are living my dream.
this blog may turn into something that just honors all the blanket forst on tumblr