When I'm famous...
Those girls/boys that wouldn’t date me Those people who picked on me My parents My best friend Me
Tumblr: Here, have some kittens...
Tumblr: Delicious food? There.
Tumblr: I bring you some beautiful, insipiring art...
Parents/Roommate/Boss: *walks into the room*
Tumblr: YOU SAID PORN?
Tumblr: DID I HEAR DICKS?
Tumblr: WHAT WAS THAT DID YOU MENTION HARDCORE GAY SEX?
I'm eating Dominican candy.
Don't try to play with my fucking heart.
Because I promise you hunny, I know this game and I will play you 10x harder. I’m not no fucking toy to be used. So keep trying, I’m not stupid. I see through your bullshit -.-
Totally uncalled for...
Mom: I've been dreaming about my dead grandmother a lot lately. She keeps saying "I need to get out." I wonder if she's trying to tell me something.
Me: Maybe she's trying to tell you that you should have spent a few extra bucks and gotten her the bigger coffin. Wasn't she claustrophobic?
If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friend-zoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.
First base: Liking
Second base: Reblogging
Third base: Following
Homerun: Ask boxing
I think ima cut school tomorrow.
Just walk around with my hoodie on, and music blasted. I need some time alone.