I-I love you (‘:
November 2011
Expectation:
Reality:
Expectation:
Reality:
She obviously hasn’t seen Mean Girls.
duh, that’s the point.. THE FUCK
Who ate the last cookie?
Who did their homework?
Who are you going to the movies with?
Who has my hairdryer?
Who needs a nose job?
THEY PLAY THAT SHIT ON THE NEWS 40 TIMES A DAY. ALL MY FRIENDS AT THE FUNERAL ARE ALL GOING LIKE:
Sincerely, Highschool Students.
The girls who always try to fight:
The people that ask stupid questions:
The kids who get their swagger on in front of me and make me late:
The couples who make out in the middle of the hall:
The boys who think they’re hot shit:
The ghetto girls that always scream at each other:
Everyone else:
The food is ready…
You’re beautiful…
I love you…
you’re doing great in my class…
you’re one of a kind…
my favorite song…
I trust you…
I was single for so long.
Wake up:
Check Tumblr:
Eat:
Go back on tumblr:
then sleep:
AND REPEAT





































