aye it's the main attraction beyatch
dude gel pens were my religion in the sixth grade
i do not care about highschool or getting involved or making memories i want to pass my classes and get the fuck out
standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like “look at this flower. this flower is taller than i am. this flower is winning and i’m losing”
Wow you are not ready to hear about trees.
It’s weird that pirates would go from shore to shore looking for buried treasure when the real treasure was in the friendships they were making
when you type your password in thinking its wrong but turns out to be correct
tumblr made me a much more tolerant and less judgmental person like my cousin be like “omg look at that bitch eyebrows she drew them damn near in her hairline” and i’m like shrug maybe the bitch wanted to have eyebrows in her hairline you don’t know shit about her life.