tall people = the enemy
can’t even see you hatin from all the way down there
Have you ever felt a potential love for someone?
Like, you don’t actually love them and you know you don’t, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It’s almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it’s just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don’t love them. You could, though. You know you could.
My god the accuracy of this statement
no i’m not gonna lend you my pencil because if i lend you my pencil then you’ll want my calculator and then you’ll want austria and czechoslovakia and then you’ll end up invading poland and i will not have that shit
holding in a fart all day and finally getting home
how to identify a stoner: “do you smoke” “smoke what”
my school has a confessions page on facebook and
I’m sorry but
and this one is just a wild ride
oh mygod that last story.
This fucking post. Oh my god.
No I’m not smiling at you I’m smiling at your dog don’t look at me
"hey can I copy your homework?"
“I was gonna copy yours”