Me in seventh grade: I hope I'm not gay
Me now: I want the soccer team to piss on me
slutwhat:

i laughed way too much

slutwhat:

i laughed way too much

unclemother:

*walks into school* actually, no thanks *walks out*

ruinedchildhood:

In first period tomorrow like

champagnewithpapi:

"Wanna smell?"

champagnewithpapi:

"Wanna smell?"

teacher: e-mail me the assignment by monday. i'll need your e-mail address.
me:
teacher:
me:
teacher:
me:
teacher:
me:
teacher:
me: tastybitch69@aol.com
It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.
Daily Relatable Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)
horoscope: aries enjoy breathing air and good food
girl: yaaaaassss bitch thats me as hell
yourfictionmyreality:

What the fuck

yourfictionmyreality:

What the fuck

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