And maybe some dinosaur egg oatmeal. BEST KIND EVER.
Just kidding about the soul and virginity thing btw.
And maybe some dinosaur egg oatmeal. BEST KIND EVER.
Just kidding about the soul and virginity thing btw.
I’m not good enough because I don’t cut myself and wear Abercrombie.
Sorry.
I don’t want to be your friend anymore.
I don’t think real friends are supposed to be unnecissarily cruel to each other.
Sometimes when people called me a creep I’d feel a little hurt and my inside voice would say, “Heyyy, I’m not a creep!” Now, I’m beginning to come to terms with what I really am: A giant creepy-ass creep.
(via rawandawake)
Sorry that you got offended over me trying to explain myself to you.
I want to be her friend.
How creepy would it be if I gave her Christmas cookies?
I’m sure I’ll have a lot of fun attempting to get to school on these shitty ass roads.