*blushes* posted a quote
March 22, 2014 10:23am UTC
we may not be best friends anymore we may not stay up until 4am every single night talking about whatever is on our minds but i will never forget the things you said the plans we made and how happy i felt with you we may not be best friends anymore but you are still the one person i think about every night until 4am and talk about whatever is on my mind hoping you will be thinking about me too you are still the one person who can make me happy because you are still my best friend just because you replaced me doesn't mean i have to replace you a.r
"you have little boobs!" “wow you look really tired!" “you look sick" “you look mad" “i don’t like your outfit, you looked better in that other shirt" “your hair is really messy!" “wow you sure are eating a ton!" “did you just wake up?" “i liked your hair before you cut it!" stop pointing stuff like this out
americans seem to think there are two accents in england: • tally ho old chum cheerio yes yes wot wot and • YOU AIGHT M8 I’LL F*CK YA UP FOR LOOKIN AT MY BIRD but english people seem to there are two accents in america: • well hidey ho thare I was just goin to round up them there horses and • woah gnarly waves dude lets go eat a hamburger and smoke some weed
i can’t believe this, i thought what we had was special. you met my family and made me dinner. now all of a sudden you claim you’re a “waiter” and you’re just “doing your job”
capsized* posted a quote
March 22, 2014 7:43pm UTC
THE FIRST TIME I GOT HIGH I GOT REALLY INSPIRED AND I WROTE DOWN A BEAUTIFUL SONG AND I THOUGHT IT WAS SO GREAT AND ORIGINAL AND MOVING BUT THEN A FEW DAYS LATER WHEN I WASN’T HIGH I FOUND IT ON MY FLOOR AND REALIZED I HAD JUST WRITTEN DOWN THE LYRICS TO FIREWORK BY KATY PERRY
capsized* posted a quote
March 22, 2014 7:35pm UTC
okay so we know about jesus when he’s a baby, and jesus when he’s an adult, but does the bible ever mention his rebellious teenager years? ‘jesus, go feed the donkey.’ ‘yOU’RE NOT MY REAL FATHER’
me: mom im done mom: excuse me? me: ive had it, im dropping out mom: who do you think you are?? me: im done with the fake b'i't'ches, the homework, all of it mom: you're on 2nd grade me: no one gets me