yet another unrealistic standard for women
im coming out of the closet. i am a shirt. i haven’t been worn in months. this is exciting
having to write emails to your teachers is the worst
like i have no idea whether just to be really proper and articulate or just go “yo wassup my nigga”
There should be a treadmill that plays movies and TV shows but if you slow down the audio goes out of sync by a whole second.
Calm the fuck down satan
being popular on tumblr is like sitting at the cool table in the cafeteria of a mental hospital
so i walked into my brother’s room he was asleep and i knocked something over and he said “if you’re a ghost or some shit please fuck off im too tired for this”